Hearing his question, Lingyao smiled and gently pressed her forehead against Yinming's.
“I know Yin Ming has always been very rational. If Yin Ming would say that, then he must have his own reasons.”
"I will always believe in Yin Ming and will always support Yin Ming."
His soft, murmured voice was alluring, and his words were so moving that they stirred up the thoughts that Yin Ming had managed to suppress.
After weighing the pros and cons, Yin Ming gritted his teeth and tried to suppress those immature ideas.
It's not the right time yet; we must wait until he has a foolproof plan before we can be free from any worries.
Before that, we have to be patient.
He's destined for great things; he can't afford to ruin his future for a moment's pleasure.
However… looking at Ling Yao’s porcelain-white skin exposed outside the quilt, Yin Ming’s Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily.
It shouldn't be unreasonable to charge some interest upfront, right?
The moment the thought crossed Yin Ming's mind, his hand was already on Ling Yao's abs.
However, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He even muttered to himself, "Such a great body, what's wrong with me touching it!"
Touching those well-defined abdominal muscles, Yin Ming felt satisfied, but also somewhat resentful.
They clearly have similar eating and living habits, and I haven't seen Lingyao specifically exercise. So how come Yinming only has a little muscle, while Lingyao has such a good physique?
Thinking this, Yin Ming pinched his abs indignantly.
You know what, it feels surprisingly good.
It feels nice to touch, I love touching it, hehe.
Unexpectedly, Yin Ming only pinched Ling Yao a couple more times, and Ling Yao's body suddenly stiffened.
He suddenly grabbed Yin Ming's mischievous hand, and with his other hand he pulled him closer to the waist, forcing them to press even closer together. His voice was hoarse and low, and even his tone was full of warning, "Don't move."
Yin Ming's expression froze instantly, and he obediently stopped moving.
This was the first time Lingyao had spoken to him in such a serious tone since they parted ways after he faked his death.
But what silenced Yin Ming wasn't Ling Yao's tone, but rather the pressure against his waist...
Okay, he was wrong and he repented.
He had no idea that Lingyao would react so strongly!
Sensing something was amiss, Yin Ming closed his eyes as if facing death, preparing to face a new storm.
As he expected, Lingyao, as if to punish Yin Ming's behavior, bit his thin lips and lingered on them for a while, then leaned down and lightly pecked his neck, which was already covered with red marks, a few more times.
Only when Ling Yao saw Yin Ming's slightly swollen lips and the alternating red and white skin on his neck and shoulders did a hint of satisfaction finally flash across his reddened eyes.
Finally, he hugged Yin Ming's head and rubbed it against him again and again, like a puppy that had finally received its long-awaited gift and was unwilling to let go after holding onto its beloved present.
Only when Lingyao stopped moving did Yin Ming, the obedient doll, cautiously open his eyes.
Although Lingyao didn't say anything more, Yin Ming really didn't dare to make any rash moves this time.
A minor punishment is indeed much more effective than a verbal warning.
Feeling his lips were noticeably swollen, Yin Ming couldn't help but look miserable.
I'm afraid I won't be able to show my face in public tomorrow.
Waaah... Yin Ming is truly regretting it now.
Why did you have to provoke him?
Knowing he was in the wrong, Yin Ming didn't dare to make any accusations. Just as he was thinking about what to say next to put an end to the matter, Ling Yao's voice suddenly came from above his head.
What is Yin Ming's name in the other world?
Yin Ming was taken aback. Although he didn't know why Ling Yao suddenly asked this, changing the subject at this time suited him perfectly. Yin Ming immediately explained the whole story of transmigrating into the book and taking on the role.
After hearing this, Lingyao remained silent for a long time, then suddenly tightened his grip on Yin Ming's waist.
"It's Yin Ming...it always has been..."
He murmured almost to himself.
Because his voice was so ethereal, Yin Ming couldn't hear it clearly, so he subconsciously asked, "What?"
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