She said she had forgotten him, let go of her previous relationship, and fell in love with Ning Anyi. But now she looked into his eyes with naked passion and infatuation.

This passion is more fiery and intense than ever before, as if after years of precipitation, there is a thick accumulation, showing a strong possessiveness.

It is not as quiet, beautiful and pure as before.

He pretended not to see, subconsciously looking out the window with empty eyes, and asked, "Chair?"

Ya Tong quickly whispered, "The chair is next to the sofa. It's inconvenient for you to move, and I can't get up. Brother Ling, just sit by the bed and talk to me."

Song Ling secretly frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed.

After sitting down, he didn't speak. Yatong just looked at him and forgot to speak.

Ever since she returned to Su City and met Brother Ling, she rarely had the opportunity to stare at Brother Ling from such a close distance.

She always carefully hides her love from outsiders.

Even when she was alone with Brother Zero, she couldn't show her sincerity.

She was afraid that exposing herself too clearly would backfire.

Because Brother Ling has always liked simple and beautiful girls.

This moment was undoubtedly her best opportunity. Brother Zero couldn't see it, so she could show her infatuation openly.

Facing her passionate gaze, Song Ling felt very uncomfortable.

After a few minutes, he whispered, "Don't want to chat? Then I'll go back."

Ya Tong quickly tightened her sleeves, "No, Brother Ling, don't leave. I'm in a bad mood now and don't know what to say to you. Will you still be with me?"

Song Ling's back was stiff, as if it were covered with glue. When the cold wind blew, the glue dried up and cracked with a squeak.