Villain, be good! I'm here to give birth to a baby [Quick Wear]

Ever since Yang Li’s eyesight became worse, Wang Lian had to read many things to him, and he even needed Wang Lian to help him walk.

How could Lin Qingyan not feel uncomfortable about this?

Her tears fell from her eyes drop by drop, and she was completely unable to control her emotions.

It had been less than two months since she learned that Yang Li had eye problems, and he was about to face the day when he would go blind.

Without Wang Lian, the two could not communicate.

Yang Li could only grope Lin Qingyan's body to wipe her tears, moving gently, fearing to hurt her accidentally.

He said, "Don't cry, put your legs on my legs and I'll massage your legs, okay?"

"Although I can't see clearly now, I won't hurt you."

Yang Li has been doing this for a long time, and he knows where to press even if he can't see.

Lin Qingyan shook her head.

She didn't need it. She knew that Yang Li didn't dare to speak to her too harshly because she couldn't see the expression on her face. He was afraid that she would cry and she wouldn't be able to comfort her. So she became gentle.

Yang Li's mouth, which originally could not utter a single nice word, now dared not utter even a single unpleasant word.

"Yan'er, if you cry too much, you won't look good tomorrow morning. It's such a shame to have such a pretty face like yours with swollen eyes from crying."

"Be obedient and stop crying. It's not good for your health. You must not cry after you give birth, or your figure will not be as attractive as before."

However, it was useless for Yang Li to speak nicely, he could still feel the person in his arms crying, so he bit his lower lip, as if he had made some kind of decision.

"Yan'er, I like you, I really like you, even if you are mute I still like you, please stop crying, okay? I beg you, your crying makes me uncomfortable."

His attitude was extremely humble, and his voice became softer and softer, and more and more gentle.

This was the first time that Lin Qingyan heard Yang Li express his feelings so frankly. She was stunned and her tears stopped.

Unfortunately, she was dumb and couldn't respond with "I like you too", and she couldn't express this sentence on paper for him to see. The only direct way was...

Lin Qingyan kissed his thin lips and responded to him actively.

【I like you, too. 】

This kind of thoughtfulness is beyond words.

Yang Li hugged her and deepened the kiss.

The night was hazy, and the leaves of the plum tree outside the window fell one after another.

……

The autumn wind is bleak.

The fallen leaves are rolled up, coming with the wind and going with the wind, drifting back and forth, and finally falling into the dust.

Smoke rises and white mist rises.

"Miss Lin, be careful and don't fall. If you fall, I won't be able to bear the blame from Nine Thousand Years Old..."

The cook looked at Lin Qingyan with a worried look on his face. He was really afraid that she might get hurt somewhere and give birth accidentally.

Lin Qingyan waved her hand and wrote: [Has the 9th Thousand Year Old Man come back? Did Wang Lian bring the 9th Thousand Year Old Man into the room? ]

"It should be soon. Miss Lin, please be careful and don't fall."

The cook was very panicked. He didn't know how to address her, so he followed Wang Lian and called her "Miss Lin".

[Please bring me a bowl. ]

Lin Qingyan is heavy and it is not easy for her to pick up things.

When the cook saw the words on the paper, he immediately went to get a bowl, fearing that she would fall when she walked over.

"How about I help you over there? You're too pregnant now..."

Lin Qingyan nodded, knowing that he was right.

I am a heavy person, and it would be easy to get into trouble if I dropped the bowl while holding it.

Lin Qingyan walked towards the room little by little with his support. It was indeed inconvenient for her to walk or go anywhere as she was too pregnant. Yang Li had already returned and she didn't have the energy to look for him.

inside the room.

She saw Yang Li sitting at the table, and Wang Lian standing beside her whispered, "Miss Lin is here."

Yang Li then looked towards the door, his grey eyes unfocused. After Lin Qingyan and the cook walked in together, Yang Li wanted to help Lin Qingyan, but ended up helping the cook instead.

The cook put the bowl on the table and quickly reminded him, "Nine Thousand Years Old, no, no! Miss Lin is next to me, you helped the wrong person."

Yang Li withdrew his hand awkwardly.

Wang Lian and Lin Qingyan looked at each other, and Wang Lian nodded and said, "Nine Thousand Years Old, if there is nothing else, we will leave first and will not disturb you and Miss Lin."

Yang Li waved his hand and said "hmm" softly.

Lin Qingyan walked over.

She gestured a few times and then stopped.

Lin Qingyan walked over, took Yang Li's hand and put it down, then touched the bowl on the table.

Yang Licai asked, "You did it?"

Lin Qingyan nodded.

Yang Li was not looking in the direction where Lin Qingyan was standing, and he groped his way to the chopsticks on the bowl.

He used his chopsticks to stir the bowl a few times before asking, "Did you make noodles?"

Lin Qingyan continued to nod.

However, Yang Li still didn't face her. He picked up the noodles and took a few bites, praising them, "It's delicious."

This was the first time she was praised for her cooking skills, but the smile on Lin Qingyan's face disappeared, and her eyes looked at him as if they had lost their light.

[This is the longevity noodles I mentioned last time. I made it myself.]

Even though she knew he couldn't see, Lin Qingyan still gestured in front of him, trying to make him understand what she meant.

Unfortunately, even though Lin Qingyan took the initiative to stand in front of him, Yang Li still did not react. Instead, he asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly think of bringing me a bowl of noodles today?"

【Because today is your birthday. 】

"How about this, you write on my hand and I can feel it."

Yang Li did not react at all to Lin Qingyan's actions. His grey eyes were extremely grey, and almost no light could be seen in them.

He held out his hand and opened his palm.

Lin Qingyan looked at his hand that was stretched in the wrong direction, feeling mixed emotions, and went over to write on his palm with her fingertips.

【born.】

"Three...sheng,sheng?"

【辰.】

"Yi? Chang... Chen?"

Yang Li struggled to distinguish the words on the palm of his hand and connected them together.

He suddenly realized: "Birthday? Today is my birthday. If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten it."

Lin Qingyan remained silent and continued writing on his palm.

【long.】

【life.】

【noodle.】

"So it's longevity noodles. I was wondering why the taste is familiar..." Yang Li smiled slightly and said, "Thank you."

After taking a bite.

He paused and asked, "Did you do this yourself?"

He remembered that Lin Qingyan had mentioned to him before that she could make longevity noodles, and he had thought that she had asked the cook to make it.

Lin Qingyan continued to write on his palm: [Yes.]

"No wonder... I was wondering why the noodles made by the chef today were so delicious. It turns out you made them. No wonder they were so delicious."

Yang Li laughed, but the direction of his smile was wrong.

Lin Qingyan couldn't laugh. She continued to write on his palm: [Cool.]

It will get cold if you don’t eat it.

Yang Li nodded: "Yes, I'll eat it."

Lin Qingyan blinked twice and tears fell.

However, the person eating noodles did not react at all at this time, even though his gray eyes were clearly facing Lin Qingyan's direction.