Jin Linlin was dragged towards the cabin by Ye Zilin. She was frightened: "Go slowly, be careful of the wound opening, what are you doing? Don't run so fast..."

In the tense tone, there was no extra thought.

Seeing that Jin Linlin was so innocent, Ye Zilin couldn't bear it anymore.

But as soon as he saw Jin Linlin's exposed white and tender skin, he felt a primitive impulse of excitement, screaming in his body as if trying to break through his reason.

...

The next day, when Jin Linlin woke up, her eyes were swollen and sore, her whole body felt uncomfortable as if she had been driven by the wheels of a cart, and the tip of her nose was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Her brain was confused for a moment, and then she suddenly woke up.

The fragments of last night flashed through her mind, and her face suddenly turned red with anger!

"Yezilin!"

"woke up?"

Ye Zilin was sitting by the bed, treating the torn wound on his back.

Jin Linlin originally called him by his name, just to vent her anger.

Hearing the sound that someone was next to her, she shrank back under the quilt in fright, holding the quilt tightly with both hands, for fear that Ye Zilin would go crazy and torture her like last night.

"Get up and eat something when you wake up, it's already noon."

Ye Zilin's voice was still a little hoarse, but his tone was very calm, as if nothing happened last night.

Jin Linlin was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "Ye Zilin, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

Ye Zilin suddenly stood up from the bed, leaned over to look at her, rolled his eyes with a smile and said, "I believe, last night you shouted all night to kill my nine clans and dig up my ancestral grave. Do you need to eat something first?"

Ye Zilin said, pulling off the quilt, his voice was hoarse and gentle.

"The quilt smells bad, this quilt has to be thrown away, get up quickly."