Zhang Yiming took two steps towards her, held her hands tightly in her big hands, and followed the situation, hugged the person in his arms and patted her back.

The voice softly soothed: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all over."

Feeling the man's not generous embrace and listening to his soft comfort, Feng Yin's emotions that had been tense for several hours finally completely relaxed.

She quietly nestled in the man's arms, listening to the touching rhythm of her heartbeat, gradually relaxing.

My limbs are so soft that I don’t want to rely on myself anymore.

Zhang Yiming felt her situation and half-carried her to the edge of the kang: "Come on, let's rest on the kang first, I'll help you lay the bedding."

With the help of the man, Feng Yin was helped onto the kang and leaned against the kang and looked at the man's busy figure without blinking.

Zhang Yiming turned around and poured a bowl of warm water for her: "Yingyin, drink some water to rest."

He knew that if she hadn't been afraid of being seen as abnormal, she would have been unable to hold on.

At this moment, looking at her pale face, the man felt so distressed.

Feng Yin drank the water with the man's hand and licked the water droplets at the corner of his lips.

Zhang Yiming looked at her inadvertent little movement and couldn't help but pour the remaining water bowl she drank into her mouth.

This beautiful little face that is increasingly similar to modern times can touch his heart no matter what expression it expresses.

He tried hard to suppress the restlessness in his heart, turned around and put down the bowl and started laying the bedding.

Since he was laying the bedding himself, he wouldn't be so honest and would do it according to her habits.

Instead, the two beddings were spread very close so that they could touch the people around them without moving their bodies.

Feng Yin's eyes looked at the man's busy figure without any focus, and perhaps she didn't see anything.

She took a deep breath and suddenly shouted: "Zhang Yiming."

Zhang Yiming's movements were slightly slower and he looked at Feng Yin awkwardly.

I thought she was trying to protest.

But when I turned my head, I realized that Feng Yin's eyes were empty and had no focal length, as if she was looking at the former world through endless time and space.

The man quickly put down what he was doing and came to her, reached out to hold her cold hand, and looked at her affectionately: "Yingyin, what do you want to say?"

Feng Yin did not look at him, but said to himself: "Do you know? Listening to Lin's screams, I was thinking..."

"...I think, fortunately God sent me here, and fortunately the Zhang family did not need me to pass on the family line."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid I don't have the courage to conceive and have children."

Zhang Yiming opened his mouth slightly: "..." Don't have a baby!

He swallowed his saliva hard, his lips squirmed, but found that he could not say a word.

Feng Yin did not notice the man's abnormality and was still talking to himself.

"Obviously, God knows that I am afraid of pain, so I have enough children as soon as I come, so I don't need to suffer this sin myself."

Speaking of this, her eyes turned slightly, and her eyes gradually became focal and looked at Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming quickly put away the expression beside him, his smile was still gentle, and his eyes were still full of tenderness: "Yinyin is right, this is the reward God gives you."

Feng Yin: "...Why should I give me a reward? I didn't do anything worth rewarding."

Looking at her slightly cute expression, Zhang Yiming finally couldn't help but chuckle out: "The biggest good thing you have ever done is to let me meet you."

Feng Yin: "..." Come again and again, this guy always gets seductive when he has disagreement.

But she took a deep breath and then burst into laughter.

Just when Zhang Yiming thought she had captured her heart, he heard her say, "Yes, there is no good thing when you meet you."
Chapter completed!