The next moment, Yi Jinli hugged Ling Yiran from behind. He held her carefully as he breathed in her ears. "What if it were me? Would you forgive me if I did something wrong and cried like that one day?"
Ling Yiran laughed. "What are you talking about? I was talking about Ye Wenming. Why mention yourself all of a sudden? Besides, you haven't done anything wrong. Why would you cry?"
"I was just asking... what if," he muttered. His lips gently kissed her earlobes.
He was so attached to her and so scared.
Her body trembled, and her cheeks went red. She could feel his lips on her ears. 'Come on. Doesn't he know I'll be… easily tempted when he does that?'
She turned around and glared at him with a faint blush.
"Will you forgive me? Or... will you be like Zhuo Qianyun and how she’s treating Ye Wenming now? Whether alive or dead..." He could not go on somehow, perhaps because he was too afraid he would hit the nail on the head.
Since when did he start being so paranoid?
It seemed as if anything related to her would make him less like himself.
Ling Yiran only found Yi Jinli's beautiful eyes seemingly stained with a touch of pity.
At the same time, she had been feeling more and more maternal since getting pregnant. It seemed as if her heart would break to see such a pitiful gaze.
She raised her hands and held his face, saying, "You're not really going to cry after doing something wrong, are you? You're a father-to-be. You have to set an example. But..."
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