These days, Qingyan really doesn't want to stay in the apartment. She will miss Zhan Linghan, so she will find a lot of things for herself.

When she is busy, she will no longer worry about Zhan Linghan.

Qingyan lowered her head, the elevator stopped on the 14th floor, and the elevator door was closed again, but Yi Xinghe did not leave.

The elevator continued to rise again and reached the 15th floor. When he noticed the elevator door opened, Qingyan raised her head and took a breath of cold air.

"Xinghe, thank you for caring for me. I'm fine." Qingyan said, her lips raised, and two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks.

Yi Xinghe looked at Qingyan who smiled at him, and didn't know where the courage came from. He took a step forward and stretched out his hand...

Qingyan subconsciously took a step back, but her back was against the elevator wall. Yi Xinghe's hand pressed next to her ear. He approached her, but it was just a wall. Qingyan's heart slowly let go.

However, Yi Xinghe's burning eyes fell on Qingyan's head, and his golden eyes looked particularly bright in the night.

His eyes contained countless words to say to Qingyan, but he didn't know how to organize the right language to say to Qingyan.

"Xinghe..." Qingyan spoke, breaking the silence between the two, but as she spoke, something was torn off in Yi Xinghe's body.

He suddenly lowered his head, and Yingting's nose almost touched Qingyan's nose bridge.

Qingyan felt the fierce body temperature of Yi Xinghe surrounded her.

Because of being a guard, he will know how to restrain his aura.

When he was so close to her, Qingyan could only smell the scent of the light lime-scented detergent on Yi Xinghe's body. However, when the boy's warm breath fell on her face, Qingyan's pores trembled!

Seeing Qingyan so lonely, she kept holding on after she returned from Sistine.

Yi Xinghe felt his heart be tightened.

He also knew that Qingyan had been back for so many days and had never contacted Zhan Linghan.

The two did not seem to be separated, but more like a Cold War.

Because of this, Qingyan's eyebrows are covered with undissipated melancholy.

All day today, Yi Xinghe watched Qingyan running back and forth for Luo Yiyi's affairs, and he felt heartbroken. His little lady didn't need to fill her life with these worries, so that she didn't have time to think about Zhan Linghan's.

"Xinghe...Xinghe..." Qingyan wanted to go out from Yi Xinghe's chest, but the distance between her and Yi Xinghe was too close. With a slight movement, the two of them would easily bump into each other.

Qingyan asked him for help, but Yi Xinghe pushed her against the wall of the elevator, but had no intention of letting her go.

He knew that as long as he got closer, he would break through the boundary between him and Qingyan.

Qingyan blinked her eyes, and her thick and slender eye feathers swept across the skin on Yixinghe's cheekbones like the softest brush.

He suffocated his breath, his brain did not give instructions, but his body instinctively leaned towards Qingyan...

"The sun shines in the sky! The flowers smile at me! The birds say "Aoi, why are you carrying a small schoolbag..." The monitor in the elevator suddenly rang a nursery rhyme.

It was late at night and the innocent and cheerful children's songs instantly destroyed the atmosphere in the elevator.

Yi Xinghe's scalp tightened, and his movements approaching Qingyan stopped...

Qingyan looked up at the monitor, which was flashing red, as if there were eyes looking at her.

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