Seeing this, Ye Yilan hid behind the screen and arranged her clothes. After they left, she came back from the hospital.

Before Ye Yilan could sit down, he pulled her into his arms and fed her himself: "You must be hungry after waiting for so long."

She saw the spoon in front of her mouth, but she really didn't have any appetite.

"I prepared this specially for you."

He took the spoon from his hand and fed him instead: "If you don't want to eat, at least give me some face."

"Lan'er, I thought you would take a rest early, so..."

If he had known that she was waiting, he would not have eaten out. Instead, seeing her displeasure, he kept looking up at her. When he put it into his mouth, the taste was still so familiar.

He just didn't know how they could truly get along with each other when they were sometimes close and sometimes distant.

He was used to holding her in his arms. Only in this way could he convince himself that she had always loved him.

A ray of moonlight slanted in the bed curtains, and the candlelight gradually dimmed. The figures in the curtains were lingering together.

When he hugged Ye Yilan into the bed curtains, he extinguished the candlelight.

The two of them sat facing each other, and under the slanting moonlight, one could still see their faces.

"Lan'er, I want to be closer to you this time."

Closer?

She didn't know what the point of getting closer was. Until he touched her clothes, she knew what he wanted.

"Don't worry, I will restrain myself."

When Ye Yilan took his hand away, she thought she would be reluctant to see her like this. Instead, she took off her clothes herself and slipped them off.

Under the cover of night, only her body could be seen dimly under a ray of moonlight.

He held her body and gently placed her on the bed, and ruthlessly threw all her clothes outside the curtain. Only he took off his upper body.

He leaned down and pressed her body heavily, interlocking his fingers with hers. He kissed her lips without leaving any trace behind.

A shadow of a spy slanted down on the wall, but there were two people living in love on the wall. The soft words became softer and softer, and they searched for the way and fell in love.

The lips are soft and moist, the tip of the tongue turns over and over, sucking on it.

It's like being in jail and losing your mind.
Chapter completed!