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Yin Yijie looked at me, stretched out a big warm hand to touch my head, and then stroked my back.

After a long while, I opened my mouth mechanically and ate a spoonful, then another.

It was better than smelling it.

Delicious and refreshing, it was far from something that a bean flower could compare to.

The tip of her tongue licked the corner of her lips, tasting the remaining flavor. It was fresh and pure.

Yin Yijie kept feeding me, just like when I was sick. Seriously, carefully, contentedly, and feeding me.

Looking at the plate that was almost half empty, I suddenly came to my senses.

He lowered his head with a blush on his face. He reached for a spoon and said gently, "Let me have my fill myself."

Suddenly, I turned my head to look at the water lily and felt like a fool. I feel like I've lost all my face today.

Yin Yijie seemed to have picked up two million yuan worth of raw materials as he stared at me, his starry eyes lit up with joy.

His movements became more careful, but he still scooped a spoonful and brought it to my mouth.

His palm was warmer than the hot food in the pot. His fingers caressed my hand. It was soft and elastic.

I felt my heart begin to beat in an uncontrolled, chaotic way, trying to drain the little coolness I'd just accumulated.

This evildoer's mana is profound, cold as I am, I can't resist the power he invades in a day.

If this goes on, I can't guarantee that I'll still be able to sit straight and not lean over my broad shoulders, which are only a few inches away.

"Be good." Yin Yijie looked at me. His voice was softer, softer, and filled with a faint allure …

No one had ever been able to stop him.

Finally, he obediently ate the sheep's head.

I, I don't know how to describe his eyes, how I felt.

She felt that this man was truly a talent. With just a simple sweep of her eyes, she could tell that there were thousands of different kinds of ambiguous feelings hidden within. It makes my face jump.

I looked at the table full of food. Seeing that Yin Yijie was still looking at me, I lowered my head and said in a low voice, "You should eat quickly. The food is getting cold."

Yin Yijie picked up his chopsticks and nodded with a smile, "Okay."

He always ate elegantly, never picking on a plate, never shaking, never slipping, never spilling soup, never chewing;

However, he ate quickly and quietly. Soon, he would be able to eat a bowl of rice and then be full.

He scooped up a bowl of soup and quietly gulped it down.

"What are you looking at?" He put down the bowl and looked at me with a funny expression on his face.

Errr —

Me, me, but I think

This evildoer was simply too changeable.

How could he transform coldness and gentleness, mush and elegance into such a heartless and straightforward thing at the same time?!

Looking at my confused expression, Yin Yijie reached out his hand naturally and touched my forehead. "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

I shook my head.

I bit my lips as I ate my fill. I hurriedly restrained myself, otherwise, I would have been embarrassed again.

Yin Yijie pulled me up, put his arm around my shoulders, and continued to ride the electric car to the parking lot.

The slightly drunk night breeze blew the fragrance of flowers past his ears. There was a kind of soft whisper, extremely lingering.

I almost fell into his arms.

I instinctively wanted to push him away. Heh, I only have my instincts left now. Just as I stretched out my hand, I felt the warmth originating from his body, which quickly rushed to my heart to help me withstand the cold.

He held out his outstretched hand, held it to his mouth, sighed, and put it back again, with his hand, and put it around me.

I didn't drink, but I was drunk.

When I got into the car, I seemed to fall asleep. I didn't know how the covers came over me, or what the occasional noise in the middle of it had said or done.

I don't know how I got out of the car or how I got home.

How did he get into bed?

I breathed in the scent of the quilt. It was clean, warm, and very comfortable.

The corner of his lips curled up into a smile. He felt a little bit of happiness, but also a little bit of sadness.

If he allowed himself to be caught in this strange warmth, would his injuries worsen?

[I am such a small person and only have this brain. I can't figure out what Yin is going to do to me.

Forget it, how can there be any happiness in life? Just focus on the present.

Live a day, count a day, I, how can there be any other way?

The curtains were drawn, the table lamp was turned off, and the bedroom was dark. It was very suitable for sleeping.

I slowly blinked my eyes and looked at the shadow in front of the bed. It was slender and tall, thin but not weak. It was not thin, but rather simple. It was a type of special safety and reliability …

Heh. Safe!

However, this safety was only temporary.

However, someone is willing to put in a lot of effort to build a warm home for an orphan girl like me. What else is there to ask for?

I closed my eyes. For the time being.

After a good night of sleep, I didn't dream and no one hit me.

Sleeping in a dry embrace, being taken care of like a baby, because I haven't been a baby long, I feel comfortable.

"Good morning, Miss Mo!" After washing up, I came out. Comfortable, I pulled open the curtains and looked at me quietly.

I nodded. It was a blessing to be able to see him in the morning, I thought.

Breakfast was always very good, and it was always new, Chinese, Western, and local, taking turns every day, but I was more conservative and didn't eat too much.

At noon, after school, my stomach is still not hungry, probably last night's meal too much, also full of oil.

He quietly sat in the classroom and fixed his homework. He would be done for in the final exam. At least, I'm not too far off, otherwise I would have died of guilt.

"Everyone, come in …" "Local Dang …"

I quickly took out my phone and happily picked it up. Immediately afterwards, something was pulled out from my heart. It felt empty and uncomfortable …

"How do you feel?" Yin Yijie's voice sounded exhausted, but it still maintained the morning sun, continuing the gentleness of the previous night.

I nodded, feeling better, like yesterday.

Recalling that he could not see it, he replied, "En, not bad."

That Miss Fan said he had a lot of work to do, but he took so much time to deal with me that I had no reason to worry him too much.

"Let's go to the hospital together. I still have things to do, so I'll come pick you up when I'm done."

The sound of footsteps could be heard on the phone. It sounded like a machine. Yin Yijie sounded a bit anxious, but he suppressed it and told me.

"Right." I gently nodded my head, feeling wronged all of a sudden.

I don't think it's that simple. Subconsciously, I even felt a little scared, a kind of inexplicable fear.

I bit my lip, speechless.

"Remember to eat properly." With that, Yin Yijie hung up.

I stared at the phone, listening to the muted sounds coming from it, my heart in turmoil.

It was the first time he'd hung up, and I had an unexplained worry.

However, there was no basis for such worries. Perhaps it was a habit, or perhaps it relied on …

It never occurred to me who else I would rely on, or whether I would rely on.

It was just the feeling of hanging up the phone.

Over the next few days, I often inadvertently curled my lips, laughing at my own sensitivity, or even my own foolishness.

Maybe spoiled, I sometimes think.

But, do I still have the qualifications to be spoiled?

I shook my head helplessly, thinking that he might have spoiled me or given me a hard time.

When class was over, Yin Yijie was still coming to pick me up in high spirits.

The next day, the third day, he was on my way, my highest in a row since I was in his custody.

The students could even count that he had at least seven cars.

But he has a few cars, what does it have to do with me?

He is my guardian, not I his guardian. Even if I were his guardian, all the property under his name would not belong to me.

Like the hundreds of millions of pounds left to her granddaughter Athena Onassis, her father had guarded her for more than a decade. When I got back from lunch, I wanted to take a break.

Carefully pull out my favorite notebook from my schoolbag.

As he gently stroked the pure leather material, his smile seemed to be able to be touched with the tips of his fingers, and it clearly appeared in his notebook.

When I got home last night, Yin Yijie rewarded me with this notebook that he casually brought up.

He said that I had been very good lately, so I wanted to show some signs of it.

This notebook was only the size of a sixteen opened book and was slightly thicker than a language book. It was very convenient to store in the bag.

It was clear that the rain had passed, and cartoons were stuck to different corners.

Fingerprint when opening...

Yin Yijie took my hand last night and tried it many times before I learned it as a rookie.

In the middle of the class, besides going to the toilet, I was busy with my homework and reading books.

It's been too long, and I occasionally go online

As soon as he came in contact with the computer, he felt a sense of infatuation...

I used to like to ask teachers questions that I didn't understand, but some teachers aren't enthusiastic and are in a hurry to leave as soon as the class is over, and they don't have the patience to explain.

Right now, I have a computer at home, so it's very convenient to use it. So, the first choice, I start to surf the internet.

Especially in the afternoon, time, first on the Internet to solve the difficult problems, adequate digestion and absorption, can achieve the role of half the effort.

Zhao Yun's butt seemed to have grown on a stool as he kept staring at my computer, reaping the benefits of being near the water tower.

"What are you doing?" A few others who had nothing better to do came over and looked at the things in my hands curiously.

"Game machine? "Why does it not look like it?" The question that is of the greatest interest to boys.

"Don't you always do your homework, read books, read books, do your homework? "How can I bear to play today?" Ran Hua probably guessed my doubts, and explained and asked questions, in one go.

Then she stood behind me, glaring.

"Ai, come quickly, come quickly. All of you come and look at this!"

A certain boy's voice suddenly went up to an octave as he announced to the whole world,

"The new computer with nice makeup is actually so small, and it can also be used on the internet. And fast, alas! "

"Really! It was really a computer. It was so small, yet its shape was so beautiful! Next semester, you can participate in the computer competition. With such good conditions, you will definitely be able to get an award. "

I didn't know who was so far-sighted, but I felt my head hurt.