His eyes half opened and glanced at her. "You?"

"Yes, I rubbed Fei Pengtao's headache when he drank too much in social intercourse. I also specially downloaded the video and learned how to knead and press to reduce the pain and relieve people..." halfway through her words, she suddenly paused. Well, her craft is all thanks to the scum man Fei Pengtao.

"OK, come on," said Han Lin, as if he could no longer stand the headache.

Bei Li then moved his body, leaned close to Han Lin, gently pressed the thumb of both hands on the position of his temple, and then began to rub and press skillfully.

The breath on her body, because she was close to him, came into his nose, faint, as if with a sweet feeling.

After rubbing and pressing her fingers for a while, he felt as if the pain had really eased a little.

"Did I say anything when I was drunk yesterday?" his voice suddenly sounded.

"Yes, you've been saying I'm sorry..." she said very smoothly, but half of what she said, she suddenly reacted and suddenly stopped.

And her eyes also caught his sight.

I don't know when, he opened his eyes again, which seemed to see through her.

Belle Li originally rubbed Han Lin's hands pressing his temples, and unconsciously stopped. When he asked before, she said there was nothing else. As a result, she was trapped in the blink of an eye.

"Excuse me? I just said I'm sorry... Anything else?" he leaned over and looked at her.

Gollum!

The saliva in her throat suddenly spewed up. Baili choked awkwardly. "You... You said many times that you were sorry for causing trouble to her. You said that if you knew such a thing would happen, you would find that at the first time of the incident... Er, Mei Beichen made it clear that what she said was not what she should bear..."

Every time Baili said one more word, Han Lin's face sank.

Her words seemed to bring him back to yesterday, as if his whole body was shrouded in incomparable regret and remorse.

"Is that all?" he stared at her, and his face approached her again.

"And... You, you said, as long as she can be safe, you are willing to give everything." Bailey hurried, "really, really, that's all."

Han Lin was silent, his eyes drooped gently, and his thick black eyelashes covered most of his eyes.

But now... Even if he gave everything, can he really make her safe?

His silence, as well as the pain and fragility flashed on his face, made Belle feel as if she had been stirred by something, which made her feel a little unbearable and uncomfortable.

"What happened? Maybe I can give you some advice?" she couldn't help saying.

"Give me an idea?" he suddenly chuckled, but the arc across the corner of his lips was full of self mockery and irony. "No matter what I said or did last night, you'd better forget. I don't want others to know this!"

The cold voice is like a warning.

Belle was stunned. The distance between her and him was so close, but it was as if it were far away from a natural moat.