Ming Luo honestly told the whole story of her nightmare.

Unexpectedly, Ye Zhihan did not react after hearing this. Instead, he easily picked up Mingluo and placed her safely on his lap.

They sat face to face, less than ten centimeters apart, and Mingluo could even feel the warm breath from Ye Zhihan.

Ye Zhihan held Mingluo's face in his hands, put his head on her forehead, rubbed his nose against hers, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I made you suffer again."

"As long as you are here, it's fine." Ming Luo murmured in reply, her small face flushed red.

Ming Luo closed his eyes nervously. Normally, according to this kind of plot development, the lovers should kiss and express their love to each other.

But she had closed her eyes for a while, and Ye Zhihan did not move.

Ming Luo narrowed her eyes and looked at Ye Zhihan secretly, but unexpectedly she bumped into Ye Zhihan's smiling ice-blue eyes. There was a smile in his eyes, as if he was making fun of her!

"What are you laughing at?" Ming Luo pushed him away and asked shyly and angrily, but was unconsciously attracted by Ye Zhihan's smile. His smile was as refreshing as spring water after the iceberg melted, which made people feel excited.

Unexpectedly, the usually aloof Ye Zhihan also has such a charming side.

Ye Zhihan said nothing, but held Mingluo in his arms and whispered in her ear, "It's not the time yet."

Hearing this, Mingluo's already red face turned even redder, and her mind was full of uncontrollable associations.

"It's not the right time, right? Then I think now is the right time." A hint of cunning flashed across Mingluo's eyes. She pushed Ye Zhihan down with a wicked smile, and she was dragged down because of Ye Zhihan's inclination.

At this moment, she was lying on Ye Zhihan in an extremely shameful posture, and Ming Luo stared at Ye Zhihan in a daze.

His inky black hair spread out on the bed, his fair and handsome face was stained with a misty red, his frosty blue eyes were as dazzling as the starry sky, and his lips, which were weak and lacking in blood, looked alluring.

Ming Luo's gaze gradually moved downwards. His injuries had not yet healed and his clothes were loose, exposing his entire chest.

She leaned gently in his arms and said distressedly, "You've lost weight."