Can read minds and not mark

The expression on Lin Han's face froze, and his hands remained in this position.

He Yunting seemed a little sadder when he saw him like this. He opened his mouth, but still didn't take back what he said.

"Would you please put on your gloves?" There was a rare hint of urgent pleading in his voice, which seemed to be unbearable and mournful.

Lin Han wanted to ask why for a moment, but he lowered his eyes and saw his hands, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Yes."

"I'm sorry." He Yunting turned around and looked at him again, as if he knew his words would hurt Lin Han, and apologized in a calm voice.

Lin Han looked at him without hesitation.

There was familiar and calm love in his eyes, but there was a little more tender sadness.

If the person in front of him was not He Yunting, Lin Han would definitely feel that the other person was so uncomfortable that he was about to cry when he saw this look in his eyes.

He wanted to hold the other person's hand more than ever, but he finally took it back.

He Yunting must have something to say, and something must have happened in the memory he recovered.

It will make him subconsciously not want to speak.

"it is good."

Lin Han stopped asking.

Because of his mind-reading problem, he still has the habit of wearing gloves with him.

Lin Han lowered his head and took out his gloves. As soon as he put it on his right hand, he looked up and saw He Yunting's tight, cold lips and eyes full of intolerance.

He seemed to be getting closer, as if he couldn't help but want to kiss himself, but he was afraid that his voice would be heard, so he stopped moving.

He seemed to be still digesting the memories that had returned to his mind, as if he was still hesitating whether he should tell himself what had happened, and he was determined to refuse his touch.

He seemed really sad.

I want to get closer, but I can only stand where I am.

Lin Han's heart softened again.

"Wait a minute." He rolled his eyes and stopped temporarily.

He Yunting didn't know why, so he just looked at him silently.

Lin Han moved forward, put his right hand on the opponent's shoulder, and held the glove that he had not yet put on with his left hand, and gently placed it on the opponent's lips.

The silk gloves felt cold and delicate, and before He Yunting had time to react, a pair of soft lips pressed against them.

Lin Han kissed him through his gloves.

He just stayed close to each other, very quietly, and made no other movements.

When the soft gloves were touched by the warmth of his lips, Lin Han took two steps back and said, "That's all. Don't be afraid."

Lin Han then continued to put on the remaining glove, wanting to flash it in front of He Yunting: "I'll put it on."

But before he could say the next words, the moment he confirmed that he had put on his gloves, he was hugged by the other party.

He Yunting seemed to have been waiting for this moment, just like he had been waiting downstairs with Lin Han for the past few days without being able to talk about it.

He was waiting for him to put on his gloves, just like he was waiting for Lin Han to walk to the window and find himself inadvertently.

He Yunting was silent, but he held her tightly, so tight that Lin Han wanted to cry out in pain, but he swallowed all the sounds because the other person was obviously trembling with cherishment.

Even if Lin Han couldn't hear anything, he could easily feel from this hug that he was afraid.

Soothing him seemed to be a subconscious thing. Lin Han did not struggle and let him hold him cooperatively. He also stretched out his gloved hand and patted the other person's back time and time again.

"Don't be afraid," he said.

He Yunting, I’m here.

I stand in front of you properly, I will give you a hug and love you.

Do not be afraid.

He Yunting has heard too many words of praise in his adult life. Many people have focused on him, either appreciating or admiring him. They said that he is the youngest general of the empire, a hope and a sharp blade. They praise his bravery, but also fear him. His coldness.

But no one would ever say to him, don't be afraid.

Lin Han felt He Yunting's emotional fluctuations, felt the hands on his waist, and felt the other person's unsteady breathing after hearing his comfort.

He is just an ordinary person.

After a long time, until He Yunting calmed down again, Lin Han finally heard his deep voice.

"It's great that you're okay..."

"Well, I'm fine." Lin Han's voice was light and soft, but he was still worried about He Yunting's memory recovery, so he asked softly, "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

He Yunting shook his head on his shoulder.

"Have you remembered everything?" Lin Han said, looking at the ordinary stone.

"Yeah." He Yunting responded, released Lin Han a little, and said.

"It has something to do with me." Lin Han looked at him and said calmly, "The reason why you don't want me to know."

"...Well." He Yunting's voice dropped a little lower, and his arms that had been slightly loosened tightened around the person in his arms, "I'm sorry."

"Is it something I can't know?" Lin Han asked.

"No." He Yunting answered quickly this time, but he couldn't say the next words.

No, exactly what you have the right to know.

He Yunting recalled the scenes he had just retraced, thinking about a middle-aged man with a paranoid expression who finally died under his own gun, and thinking about the man's ferocious smile before he died.

It was the first time that he exposed his vulnerability to Lin Han so directly. He pressed his chin against his shoulder and buried himself deeper: "I..."

I'm just afraid that you will be sad.

But he couldn't always let Lin Han wear gloves. Even if Lin Han was considerate and cooperative with him, once the dust-laden secret was revealed, how could he easily say that he didn't care or not.

"If possible, I hope Mr. Lin never knows." He paused for a while before speaking.

He Yunting is still not used to calling him by his nickname, and even if the two of them have done everything, he will still call him Mr. Lin from time to time, with a respectful tenderness that is different from others.

He wanted to ask, do you still remember your mother.

He wants to say it doesn't matter, no one can hurt you now.

But He Yunting couldn't say a word.

He clearly just wanted Lin Han to do what he wanted to do without any worries, to be happy and innocent forever.

He Yunting felt the other party's gentle caressing of his back.

I can't say I regret it, after all, it was my choice to get my memory back.

It's just a pity that he couldn't even understand this most basic logic.

Lin Han heard He Yunting's words and hesitated in his hand movements.

This time He Yunting finally said the rest of his words without waiting for Lin Han to speak.

"But, I have already made a decision for you without permission." He Yunting's voice became softer when he said this.

He sighed and looked at him deeply: "If Mr. Lin wants to know..."

"This time, the decision is yours."

"Okay." After a long time, Lin Han moved his lips, "Then I won't ask you anymore."

He raised his lips again and pulled his gloves: "I'll wait for you to tell me yourself."

Lin Han saw He Yunting nodded before continuing: "But you also have to believe me."

He Yunting reached out to grab Lin Han's gloved fingers. It seemed that after recovering his memory, he began to eagerly want to contact Lin Han, hug or hold hands. This would prove that he had lived well for three years. Life and work are going well.

"I'm not as fragile as you think," Lin Han felt He Yunting clasping his right hand, squeezing all five fingers in, and holding it together tightly, and smiled, "You have to believe Mr. Lin."

"There is no need to tell me today," Lin Han picked up the stone, "but give this to me, okay?"

He Yunting's expression softened a little at this moment: "Okay."

But he couldn't help but think that the gifts were the same twice, and there seemed to be nothing new.

But he has always been silent and will not speak out now.

Lin Han seemed to know what he was thinking: "It's different."

"The one before was your birthday gift to me."

"Now, I asked for this from you myself," Lin Han said with a smile, as if he really didn't care about the memories related to him, "Just think that I brought back those years when you were alone."

It is a recorder and a witness.

Then if I hide it, it can be regarded as taking back the time without me.

The nebulae will surely appear again and the tulips will bloom again.

From then on, we never missed it again, and all the shortcomings were slowly filled, little by little, year by year.

Now that he has returned to the base, it is impossible for He Yunting to go back immediately. The training results need to be tested, and the newly introduced batch of weapons also need to be counted.

When Lu Anhe sent Lin Han back, he saw that both of them were in good condition. After being frightened all the way, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Han was no different from usual. He still smiled politely and thanked him, but he didn't mention what happened back then.

It's just that Lu Anhe is weird.

Logically speaking, the two of them should have talked about it, but his boss didn't leave the room all day long, didn't give any orders, and didn't even come out to eat.

He Yunting locked himself in the room for too long.

He couldn't help but think about what happened three years ago.

He didn't know what to say to Lin Han or how to start this.

Did he want to tell Lin Han directly that his name had been included in the "Burning Blood" plan from very early on?

He wanted to tell him directly that Lin Han was accidentally pushed down by someone one time at university and had abrasions, but the school hospital insisted on collecting blood from him just to obtain his personal sample?

It’s just that I knew it was too late

But fortunately, I can still catch up.

He Yunting's eyes darkened, and that day three years ago came back to his mind like a needle.

He did not let anyone succeed, and his actions were very successful. He even found out the person behind the scenes and solved them in the cleanest way to ensure that there would be no emergencies.

He just didn't expect the surprise to come from the man's last words before his death.

The decision-maker at that time was named Gu Miao. He had already had his heart pierced with a gun by He Yunting, but his eyes were still crazy, shining with a cruel and cold light, and he even talked about a cruel past event in an understatement.

"Do you know how his mother died?"

"You like him so much, can you bear not to look for him or have any contact with him for the rest of your life?" The man was penetrated by bullets, but did not die immediately. He said mockingly to He Yunting.

"Do you know that your Mr. Lin has the ability to read minds? You have protected him. Even if you can bear to hold everything back, it is useless. He will eventually hear what you are thinking and be tortured by the truth. "

"boom"

He shot the dying man again.

The other party's blood spattered on his face, He Yunting's expression was silent, and his blue eyes seemed like indifferent glaciers that had not changed all year round.

"Then just let me forget these things too."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I originally thought I could do it, but I found out that, #泽伦 Wil#

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