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"I'll ask again, Ye Tinghe, do you really like me, or are you reluctant to part with everything that Xiao Linzhao brought you, including me."

The distance was so close that Ye Tinghe had to raise his head to respond to his gaze.

The moon in the middle of the night penetrated the glass door and sprinkled silver flakes, falling on Ye Tinghe's soft hair, and Lin Zhao's pale fingertips because of the force, the swirl of silence swallowed them in one gulp, wrapped them up, only each other's love Breath flows in the air.

Ye Tinghe pursed his lips tightly, but never opened his mouth.

Lin Zhao moved closer, the shadow slowly passed over him, the tip of his nose almost touched his face: "Speak, don't pretend to be dumb."

Ye Tinghe looked at him with round eyes, looking very innocent, but also a little indescribably stubborn.

He stared at Lin Zhao for a few seconds, closed his eyes, and suddenly raised his head and kissed her.

Lin Zhao's hands were cold, but his lips were warm, as soft as fog in a spring night.

Ye Tinghe wanted to withdraw as usual, but the shackles on his left wrist suddenly disappeared. It was Lin Zhao who let go of him, holding his cheek with a slightly cool hand, rubbing the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose, and their lips touched together again .

Ye Tinghe was only stunned for a second, and opened his eyes to see a ray of moonlight falling on Lin Zhao's drooping forehead hair, with a cool halo, the tip of his tongue opened his teeth and deepened the kiss.

As if hit by a rapid electric current, the numb feeling penetrated all limbs, he unconsciously clenched the sleeves of Lin Zhao's coat.

The moonlight drifted away slowly, and the blurred shadows in front of the glass door finally parted.

Lin Zhao let go, eyes fell on Ye Tinghe's slightly trembling eyelashes due to shortness of breath, and said slowly: "Don't always use the same trick, I'm not a good person every time."

Ye Tinghe's black eyes flickered for a moment, before he could speak, his dry palms suddenly covered his eyes.

Lin Zhao didn't seem to want to meet his eyes.

"Tell me, which one is it?"

"You," Ye Tinghe said clearly, "I like you."

Lin Zhao still didn't believe it. He looked down and saw the other's unconsciously clenched left hand hanging down beside his leg, and then asked him: "Like me? Then why don't you do something to get yourself out of the current predicament? You don't want to be upright stand with me?"

"……no."

"Then why be indifferent? Is it hard for you to do something?"

"...I don't know what else I can do."

"Neither do you beg me? Tell me you don't want to be chased and scolded, pushed out to be a scapegoat, and just hide and hide with me like this, can't you say it?"

"..."

Ye Tinghe began to pretend to be dumb again, but Lin Zhao could feel his eyelashes blinking, and the frequency quickly swept across his palm, but his jaw was tense, and he was clenching his teeth and enduring something.

He paused, the corners of his lips curved slightly, "Or, are you trying to force me on purpose? Every day you are by my side, you are reminding me, look, this person has sacrificed so much for you, and you won't be able to return for a day My normal life, I can't face you as calmly as I treat others... Is this what you want to see?"

"Then what are you going to do when I really go back? My fans regard you as a thorn in my side, so they won't believe that we have a good relationship. What are you going to do at that time? Use this bit of guilt to blackmail me and be me underground lover?"

Lin Zhao tilted his head and looked at him, "Why didn't you talk? Don't you dare?"

Ye Tinghe opened his mouth under his urging, and his voice was a little hoarse under the patience: "I, I don't know if I will."

"Will what?"

"Will you threaten you, if you don't stay with me, I will expose you, and when you come to negotiate with me, I will kill you with one knife."

His tone was very light, as if it was just a joke, but Lin Zhao could feel that his mood was not stable at the moment, his chest couldn't stop heaving, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Zhao asked, "What good will that do you?"

Ye Tinghe hid his clenched hands behind his back, tried his best to calm down his voice, and stopped trembling: "On that day, many people will come to investigate this murder case, and they can't wait to poke the microphone into my mouth for a one-off Ask a hundred thousand why, even if I don't say anything, someone will dig out my life, the intersection I have had with you..."

"It doesn't matter what they guess, love or hate, infatuation or jealousy, whatever, I don't care."

"As long as people who remember you will remember me, no one really cares who I am, but...but, your name and I are bound together forever."

Lin Zhao looked at him with an incomprehensible expression: "Why are you tied to me? I'm not your mother."

But he knew that Ye Tinghe could no longer answer him, so his wet eyelashes swept over his palm, and hot tears flowed down the palm lines.

Lin Zhao put down his wet hand, and met Ye Tinghe's black eyes that were at a loss.

His eye sockets were flushed, his thick eyelashes were soaked wet, and there were still wet tears on his cheeks.

Obviously it was because of asking questions into Ye Tinghe's eyes that he always felt like he was bullying others, but the effect was not obvious. The current situation still looks like he is bullying others.

It seems that he will cry after every kiss, but why, it shouldn't be all my fault, right?

Lin Zhao seems to lack some concept of "see no evil". Faced with such incomprehensible things, he always stares unconsciously in a daze.

Ye Tinghe became more and more embarrassed by his gaze, turned his face to one side and wiped it indiscriminately.

Looking at his wet face, Lin Zhao suddenly asked, "If you really like me, why are you so afraid? I won't eat you again."

The moment he said it, he remembered that he had said this sentence before, and Ye Tinghe laughed for no reason at that time.

But at this moment, the same pair of washed black eyes looked over, but stubbornly refused to speak.

"It's fine if you don't want to say it," Lin Zhao withdrew his gaze from him, "That's it, pretend I didn't ask."

He turned around to leave, but Ye Tinghe looked at him, and suddenly said, sounding very wronged: "Are you treating everyone like this? Anyone can talk about it just to test for an answer?"

Lin Zhao couldn't understand what he was thinking more and more, showing a puzzled look of "didn't you start it first?" He glanced at Ye Tinghe and only replied briefly "no".

Ye Tinghe replied "Oh", approached slowly, grabbed Lin Zhao's sleeve and leaned towards him.

Lin Zhao could only hug him, let his forehead rest on his shoulder, and silently buried his head in his arms.

"You really don't want me to help you?"

Ye Tinghe shook his head, and couldn't help hugging him even tighter. It took him a long time to say: "No, you don't have to do anything."

"Just watching?"

"Look."

Lin Zhao didn't know what he was going to do at this moment, was it another murder, or a conspiracy secret that only Ye Tinghe knew?

The night was getting darker, and the moonlight shone on the huge poinciana tree outdoors like flowing water, and the edges of the leaves were dyed snow-white.

There was silence all around, only shallow breathing and the sound of a heartbeat close at hand.

Lin Zhao raised his hand and stroked Ye Tinghe's hair, as if comforting a homeless animal.

It was hard for him to explain why he was the only exception.

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Changed the last sentence of Zhaomao in the previous chapter