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

Ling Zhao never expected Ji Lin to kiss her.

She never expected that he would kiss her here!

She was frightened at first, and when she realized what was going on, she suddenly pushed Ji Lin away. She grabbed Ji Lin's coat, gasping for breath, and looked at Ji Lin in disbelief.

Ji Lin saw the confusion and shock in her eyes. He walked forward and wanted to say something.

"Let's go back to the car first." Ling Zhao spoke first.

Turn around and walk out.

She couldn't imagine how much of a blow it would be to Ji Lin if he found out that she was a woman.

She has liked Ji Lin since high school, the first time she saw him.

But she couldn't continue to lie.

Ji Lin took long steps to catch up with her easily, and reached down to grab her hand, "Get in the car if you want."

Kiss after getting in the car!

When he first came, he just held her wrist, but now his fingers moved down, directly through her fingers and interlocked theirs.

Ling Zhao felt numb all over.

She subconsciously tried to break free, but Ji Lin held her tighter and tighter, "If you move again, I'll kiss you right here!"

This one sentence made Ling Zhao behave himself.

After getting in the car, Ji Lingang closed the door, then moved sideways to block Ling Zhao against the passenger door. He lowered his eyes to look at Ling Zhao, who was looking anxious and uneasy.

He knew she was nervous, but he just wanted to know.

His throat was dry and his Adam's apple rolled slowly, "When did you start watching my games?"

Ling Zhao didn't dare to look at Ji Lin at all, but Ji Lin stretched out a hand and grabbed her jaw to prevent her from moving. He was so domineering and strong that it frightened her.

It seemed as if Ji Lin was going to swallow her up in the next second.

She was so nervous that her lips trembled a few times and was about to speak.

"Think about it first." Ji Lin's voice became even deeper.

Ling Zhao clenched his hand against his chest and whispered, "From the first time you represented the national team to compete in Russia."

Ji Lin's eyes trembled and his breathing became disordered.

It was when he was nineteen years old.

It has been six years now.

He looked at Ling Zhao's drooping brows, his mind went blank. For so many years...

"Are you in high school..."

"Ji Lin!" Ling Zhao suddenly interrupted him.

Unexpectedly, Ji Lin had already come to a conclusion, so he pinched Ling Zhao's jaw regardless and leaned over to block her lips when she wanted to speak.

He was too strong. Ling Zhao had no way to retreat. He was blocked between his chest and the car door. His slender body could not withstand his surging muscle strength. His struggling hands were directly grasped and pressed against his left chest.

He gave her a chance to breathe and placed a hot and wet kiss on her ear, "Ling Zhao, Zhao Zhao."

Ling Zhao's mind was in a mess, and Ji Lin's sticky kiss came up again.

"I'm not...Ji Lin...I..."

Ling Zhao's voice was intermittent due to Ji Lin's kiss and could not be heard clearly.

She wanted to tell Ji Lin that she was not a man.

Seeing that the situation was becoming uncontrollable, Ji Lin's warm big hand reached into her waist.

Ling Zhao struggled to break free from his restraints, covered Ji Lin's mouth tightly with his palm, panted rapidly, and looked at him almost pleadingly, "Let's go to your house, okay?"

Seeing the struggle and pain in her eyes, Ji Lin quickly calmed down.

"Ling Zhao..." He gently stroked Ling Zhao's soft hair and said in a hoarse voice, "You want to go home with me?"

Ling Zhao closed his eyes and nodded.

She wanted to tell Ji Lin the truth and couldn't continue to lie to him.

……

Ji Lin almost stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and in a moment, he arrived at the community where he lived.

After getting off the car, Ji Lin did not forget to put his coat on Ling Zhao's shoulders. Then, without saying a word, he held Ling Zhao's hand tightly and interlocked their fingers forcefully.

Ling Zhao lowered his head and followed him into the elevator.

The place where their hands were held together was slightly wet, which was the sweat from her palms.

Ji Lin frowned slightly, and the elevator dinged, indicating that it had arrived.

As soon as he walked out of the elevator, Ling Zhao suddenly stopped. He held Ji Lin's hand with his backhand, his fingertips were cold.

"Ji Lin, I think I should make it clear here." Ling Zhao's voice was so low that it seemed to be low in the dust.

Words that are hard to say still have to be said eventually.

She likes Ji Lin and can't continue to lie to him.

Just now in the car, she didn't want Ji Lin to expose her in that atmosphere, and she also wanted both Ji Lin and herself to calm down.

At this point, both of them were calm enough.

There was no need to go into the house.

Ji Lin grasped her entire hand in his palm, feeling the coldness of her fingertips, his breathing sank, "Let's talk inside if you have anything to say."

He led Ling Zhao to the door. He held Ling Zhao's hand with one hand and held the canvas bag Ling Zhao was carrying when he came back with the other hand. He couldn't free his hands. "Press the password."

Ling Zhao was slightly stunned, his eyelashes trembling, but he still didn't dare to look up at him, "What is it?"

"Your birthday."

Ling Zhao's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. She lowered her head, took a deep breath, and her eyes were slightly moist.

After the door opened, Ji Lin led her into the house.

Ji Lin had turned on the heating in the house remotely on the way back.

The house was as warm as spring, but Ling Zhao's heart was cold.

"I'll go get you a cup of hot water." Ji Lin turned and was about to leave.

Ling Zhao suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Ji Lin, I have something to tell you."

Ji Lin turned around and looked down at Ling Zhao. She bit her lower lip so hard that the soft flesh was almost broken.

"Don't bite." Ji Lin reached out and pressed her lower lip, with his thumb pressed against the tender lips.

Ling Zhao quickly turned his head away and took a step back.

The hands hanging at his sides clenched and unclenched, clenched again, and unclenched again.

It was just like her heart which was contracting rapidly at this moment.

She exhaled, her eyes becoming more moist, "Ji Lin, there is something I don't want to hide from you anymore."

Ji Lin's eyes flashed with a light, and he was terribly calm, "What's the matter?"

From the time he got off the car until now, Ling Zhao has kept his head down, not daring to face Ji Lin.

She didn't dare to face it. How would Ji Lin look at her after knowing the truth?

Disgust or nausea?

Or are you furious?

At this moment, she slowly raised her head and looked at Ji Lin.

There was no sign of struggle in those eyes anymore. There was only an almost deathly calmness and slightly red eye sockets as if trying hard to suppress emotion.

Ji Lin's breath was choked.

Ling Zhao's mouth curled up silently in a self-deprecating arc, "Actually, I'm a woman."

There seemed to be a storm surging in the depths of Ji Lin's eyes. He asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

He clenched his fingers and resisted the urge to hug her.

"I do not believe."

Ling Zhao was about to bite her lower lip again. Ji Lin felt so distressed that he completely forgot what he was holding back. He reached out his hand and pressed her lower lip again, "I told you not to bite."

"Turn around." Ling Zhao turned his head away and pressed his fingers on the buttons of his coat.

Ji Lin's breathing suddenly slowed down.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Ling Zhao said, "If you don't turn around, just close your eyes and I will tell you the truth."