Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Ji Lin followed Ling Zhao and stood up. Seeing that she was so angry that she wanted to take off his coat, he hurried forward and held her arm through the empty sleeves. "Aren't you cold? Put it on. It's easy to catch a cold if you put it on and take it off again."

Ling Zhao ignored him.

He was just about to unzip his pants.

Ji Lin knew that he had gone too far. Ling Zhao was really angry. He suddenly panicked and grabbed her arms with both hands. He lowered his head and said, "Don't be angry, Ling Zhao."

Ling Zhao still ignored him, shook his hand away and turned away.

Ji Lin became more and more panicked. He chased after him and said, "I was really wrong, Ling Zhao. I won't dare to do it again."

But when he finished speaking, he heard Ling Zhao trying to hold back his laughter.

With a "puff" sound, Ji Lin's heartbeat was disrupted.

His face turned red because of the momentary tension and sudden relaxation. When Ling Zhao looked up at him with a smile, he really wanted to press Ling Zhao against the wall, kiss her hard, and teach her a lesson.

But he knew that now was not the time.

"It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge", let alone the woman he loves. He will be patient for now. When the time is right, he will definitely get it back with interest.

Knowing that she was not angry, Ji Lin still apologized for his actions just now, "I won't tease you like that in the future."

Ling Zhao narrowed his eyes and chose his words, "If not that, are you going to tease me in another way?"

Ji Lin almost couldn't help laughing, "You think too much."

"Is it?"

The two looked at each other, then quickly looked away and smiled silently.

"Aren't you sleepy? Go to sleep." Ji Lin said.

After Ling Zhao was drugged, he felt very tired. The doctor said that this condition would not disappear until two or three days later.

"I'm sleeping, what about you?" Ling Zhao looked at him.

"I'll leave after you fall asleep."

Ji Lin really did as he said and stayed quietly in the room.

Before Ling Zhao lay down on the bed, he took off his coat and put it aside.

She lay on the pillow, turned over, and looked at Ji Lin who was sitting on the sofa and reading her book.

When she was in school, she noticed that Ji Lin was actually a very serious and focused person. Once he made up his mind to do something, he would do his best to achieve it to the extreme.

And when he is serious and focused, he exudes a special charm.

Ling Zhao recalled how high-spirited he was during the fencing competition.

In contrast to the cold and rainy day outside, the room was quiet and warm.

Ling Zhao's slightly hoarse voice came slowly, "Ji Lin, tell me some interesting things that happened during your previous competitions."

Ji Lin, who was flipping through a book, paused.

People around him hardly dared to mention his previous participation in competitions in front of him.

Or some keywords, such as fencing, such as competition.

As if it was a convention, everyone treated these as his untouchable scars.

This is indeed the case.

Ji Lin didn't dare touch those memories, and until now he has not been able to reconcile with his injured self.

However, Ling Zhao casually mentioned the past as if he was chatting normally. Instead of feeling that his wounds were not touched, he could easily talk about some funny things.

At the end of the story, he simply sat next to Ling Zhao and spoke to her with great emotion.

Ling Zhao listened and laughed while looking at the expression on Ji Lin's face. She suddenly sat up and reached out to touch Ji Lin's hair.

When she leaned over, she didn't notice that the softness of her chest pressed against Ji Lin's arm.

Ji Lin was stunned, his cheeks flushed, "What's wrong?"

Ling Zhao was also stunned.

Why did she touch Ji Lin’s head!

Ling Zhao quickly retracted his hand and quickly got back into bed, covering half of his face with the quilt. His clear black and white eyes looked erratic, "I think your hair seems to have grown a lot longer."

Ji Lin looked at her suspiciously.

Ling Zhao was a little overwhelmed by his direct gaze and hurriedly urged him, "What else? You haven't finished yet."

The rain outside gradually stopped.

When Ji Lin lowered his head again, Ling Zhao was already in a daze.

He lowered his voice and finally stopped talking, and Ling Zhao did not open his eyes.

Really fell asleep.

Ji Lin leaned his hands on the edge of the bed and looked down at Ling Zhao's sleeping face.

He watched it for a long time last night, but it seemed like he couldn't watch enough.

I wish I could watch it 24 hours a day.

Until now, he still felt like he was dreaming. Ling Zhao was actually a woman.

"Ling Zhao." He called her name in a low voice.

Ling Zhao did not respond.

Ji Lin lowered his head a little more and said in a hoarse voice, "Zhao'er."

"Zhao Zhao."

"Be good..."

Ji Lin called Ling Zhao with a red face.

I called out all the names I wanted to call out.

He bent down and rubbed his nose against Ling Zhao's nose. "Why does it smell so good?"

Moving a little further away, he looked at the person under him, his eyes uncontrollably falling on her pale pink lips.

He pursed his dry lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He brushed aside the loose hair on Ling Zhao's forehead.

Look at her face in silence.

At the moment when the wind blew the curtains, he leaned over and kissed Ling Zhao's soft lips.

Just a quick taste after a passionate kiss is not tasty enough.

But Ji Lin was afraid of waking Ling Zhao up with the kiss, so he had no choice but to accept his fate.

Although he cannot bring about qualitative changes, he can win in terms of quantity.

He remained in the leaning position and kissed Ling Zhao again and again.

Finally, he covered Ling Zhao with the quilt, put on his coat, walked to the window, and left the same way he came.

It was already late at night when I got home.

After taking a cold shower for more than ten minutes, Ji Lin came out of the bathroom. Thinking of Ling Zhao, he picked up his mobile phone and went to the study, turned on the desk lamp, took out a book and started reading.

He originally planned to study for a year, but he wanted to shorten the time.

He couldn't wait any longer.

I don't want Ling Zhao to be wronged anymore. I have to wrap myself in such a tight bra, take harmful drugs to control my voice, try not to let others find out the secrets of my body, can't make friends, can't do whatever I want...

Every time he thought of it, he felt heartbroken.

His Ling Zhao should live a more carefree life.

Recently Ling Zhao has started traveling back and forth between London and Zurich again.

The only difference from the past was that Ji Lin contacted her less and less.

Sometimes there was no news from him for days.

There were several times when Ling Zhao wanted to call Ji Lin, but she didn't know if doing so would disturb him. Would Ji Lin think she was too nosy?

Will it be...

Just like the old days.

Because rumors about her and Ling Zhao began to spread in the school. Although foreign countries are much more open than China, Ji Lin is a hot-blooded man after all. How could he tolerate such rumors?

When Ling Zhao finally plucked up the courage and decided not to waste her time on internal issues, Ji Lin called her first.

"Ling Zhao, I want to go back to South City. Do you want to accompany me?"

"Go back to South City?" Ling Zhao wondered.

"Yes." Ji Lin said happily, "Fu Yan is pregnant."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

Ji Lin immediately explained: "Don't get me wrong, it's not my child."