"Yi Haiyin, this is not what I said about life, in case it is really ...... Not! Before Yan Ling's words could be spoken, his lips were blocked.

Yi Haiyin's kiss was punitive.

Just by looking at the aura that instantly cooled down on his body, you knew how much he resisted giving birth to a son.

But it's really not up to her to say this......

Yan Ling seemed to have predicted that if she really gave birth to a son by then, Yi Haiyin would probably be so angry that she would stuff her son back into her stomach.

Just imagining that picture, Yan Ling's body trembled in shock.

"Is it cold?" Yi Haiyin shook her, hurriedly picked her up, walked back to the tatami mat, pulled the quilt on it, and wrapped her tightly.

Yan Ling likes to sleep now, she can fall asleep wherever she goes, Yi Haiyin is afraid that she will catch a cold, as long as she often stays, he puts the quilt on her.

"What's wrong with such an ugly face?" Yi Haiyin held her face and asked worriedly.

Thinking that she was still struggling with those paintings, Yi Haiyin's dark eyes flickered slightly, and immediately, he picked her up and walked towards the last bookshelf.

When I pulled out a book on the shelf, I saw that the huge bookshelf was slowly moving.

The safe hidden behind the bookshelf is revealed.

"You hid all those ugly paintings in your safe?" Yan Ling shouted in shock, his eyes straightened, and he looked at the man who entered the password on the safe.

He just wanted to keep her unsightly portraits, and made a special trip to get a safe to hide, no wonder she had been looking for so long just now, but she couldn't find it......

Yan Ling can't cry now if she wants to.

"It's not ugly, my Ling'er, it's beautiful." Yi Haiyin carefully took out the portraits in the safe.

Each painting was rolled into a cylinder by him, because there were many of them, so they had not been framed, just pieces of drawing paper, very simple sketches.

Yan Ling looked at the dozens of portraits in front of him, crying and laughing.

Subconsciously reached out and took one and looked at it.

Originally, she would see that she was very embarrassed, but when she saw the portrait in her hand clearly, the whole person couldn't help but be stunned, and raised her head to look at Yi Haiyin with some surprise.

"My Ling'er is not ugly." Yi Haiyin looked at her in surprise, but repeated the sentence as if chanting.

Yan Ling bit his lip, put down the portrait in his hand, and picked up another one.

As if fascinated, I just looked at them one by one......

Seeing the end, even I was shocked, and my beautiful pupils were full of surprises.

His safe was full of her portraits.

She has all kinds of demeanors.

The only thing they have in common is that they all look like she's asleep.

He would only draw while she was asleep, no wonder she never knew that he had secretly painted so many of her......

Yi Haiyin captured it very carefully, even if she frowned slightly, he would appear.

Looking at these portraits, it seems that you can imagine that she was asleep at that time......

Yan Ling's heart moved slightly, and the indescribable throbbing instantly spread from the bottom of his heart.

She didn't know who she had heard say a word, a person, if he didn't engrave another person in his heart, he couldn't depict a person's most subtle demeanor meticulously.

"Why didn't you tell me you painted these pictures?" Yan Ling asked in a choked voice, her thin body snuggled into his arms, and she reached out and hugged him.