As long as they are engaged, even if she can't forget those memories for a moment, he can try to do it slowly.
Give him another two years. He believes that when they get married, she can put it down. There is no one else in her heart but her.
"Xiaoling, you look me in the eye, you tell me, is it me that you are afraid of?" Yan Shuhan grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at herself.
On her face full of tears, he felt a little tight.
Yi Xiaoling looked at his injured eyes and shook his head desperately.
"Is that what you promised me?" Yan Shuhan stares at her eyes and presses her step by step, insisting that she give an answer.
If you let her withdraw today, will she avoid him as before tomorrow?
Trying to push him away?
"Yi Xiaoling, you still have my proposal ring on your finger. Do you want to abandon me now?" Yan Shuhan's voice sank down, holding her shoulder with both hands, and staring at her with a resentful look.
Yi Xiaoling's throat choked and he couldn't speak for a moment.
Biting the lips, tears keep falling down.
"Stop biting. The lip is bleeding. If you don't stop, I'll take it as if you want me to kiss you." Yan Shuhan glanced at her pale cheek and her voice became soft.
Coax the child the same, gently coax her.
When Yi Xiaoling's mood stabilized, he released his hand, but did not let her leave, but stubbornly let her sleep in his arms.
"Sleep, I'll hold you and do nothing."
"But..."
"No, but if you leave now, your grandparents will worry about whether something is wrong. Do you have the heart to make them worry?" Yan Shuhan's thin lips opened slightly.
Calm words, but poked in the heart of Yi Xiaoling filial piety.
She nodded cleverly, leaned in his arms, closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.
When I fell asleep, I suddenly opened my eyes and looked at Yan Shuhan, "brother Han, if I can't face it all my life..."
Yi Xiaoling's eyes are red. She thinks that Yang Muya and Xia Changyue think that she is pregnant just now. Her heart seems to be pinched, and she can't breathe.
If she can't be with Yan Shuhan all her life, they won't have children at all.
"No, don't think about it. Go to sleep." Yan Shuhan held her and kneaded her little head. He bowed his head and gently kissed her lips.
Just a kiss like a dragonfly skimming water, there is no action.
Yi Xiaoling soon fell asleep, eyelids, tears are not dry, pale face, showing weakness, on his arm, like a lack of security of children.
Sucking his little nose, trying to rub it into his arms.
Yan Shuhan lay quietly, maintaining the same posture, and had not changed for a long time.
Until she sleeps deeply, just hold her small head, gently put on the pillow, cover the quilt for her.
"Well..." Yi Xiaoling turned over, and the quilt slipped from her shoulder, revealing her white shoulder. On her shoulder, there was the kiss mark he had just left.
Delicate skin, with the bright red kiss marks, formed a sharp contrast.
Yan Shuhan's eyes are deep.
Just a little bit short, they can go to the last step.
A year later, the impact of that incident on her has not decreased at all. Besides her inner fear, there should be the role of those photos.
Wen Yujia's affairs are constantly stimulating her.
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