Feng Yin and his wife had no intention of paying attention to what happened behind them.

The couple left the hall as if no one was around, came to the yard, and walked around the arch toward the back garden.

It was not until the surrounding area was wide open and there was no one around that Zhang Yiming held Feng Yin and sat down on the veranda of the back garden.

"Yingyin, how do you feel now? Are you getting better?"

The man sat down next to her, holding her with his big hands tightly, "Where is there any more to be uncomfortable?"

Listening to his gentle words, Feng Yin's smile on his lips was light and his eyes were filled with happiness and sweetness: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

She raised her hand and held his big hand tightly and smiled, "Yiming, it's great to have you with you."

"Didn't you notice? I've become more and more vulnerable recently."

Like the previous situation where you have a blank mind and don’t know what to do when you encounter something, it is absolutely impossible to happen when there is no one around you in your previous life.

Therefore, Feng Yin feels that once a person has a support, his body and soul will become lazy.

Just like now, knowing that Zhang Yiming is supporting her, she has a tendency to change to a silly and sweet person.

This perception made Feng Yin wake up.

No, no, even if there are people around me who feel sorry for each other, I can't become stupid and sweet.

The Feng Yin, who used to be confident, arrogant, wise, independent and personal, is more reliable.

Although Zhang Yiming never said that, Feng Yin felt that what he loved was the independent, not pretentious or weak Feng Yin.

Women can be weak occasionally, but if they turn themselves into a white lotus, they will be fucked.

At least that's what Feng Yin thinks.

That's why she said this at this moment.

Zhang Yiming reached out and put his hand over her shoulder and let her head rest on his shoulder.

He smiled gently, "It's time for people to be vulnerable, both men and women."

"What did you do when you marry me?"

The more Zhang Yiming spoke, the more relaxed he spoke, "Are you not just having children for me, but also supporting each other and walking to the end of your life?"

"When you are vulnerable, I can be your support, and when I am vulnerable, aren't you also my support?"

Hearing this, Feng Yin was shocked.

The head that was originally tilted on his shoulder suddenly raised up and looked at the man in front of him affectionately: "I like this sentence."

"What?"

Zhang Yiming heard her suddenly say this, and before he finished speaking, he stuck in his throat and asked with a conditioned reflex.

"We are the intimate companions who support each other and walk hand in hand to the end of our lives."

Feng Yin repeated the sentence he just said, his eyes full of sweetness and tenderness, "I like this sentence and I hope it is a testimony to our love."

"certainly."

Hearing her words, Zhang Yiming felt relieved suddenly, and the gentleness in her eyes was full of hilariousness and a smile that could not be hidden.

He raised his hand and gently squeezed her sweet smile face, whispering softly: "From the moment we first met, I have been so eager."

Feng Yin tilted her head on his shoulder again and laughed: "Hehe, although your shoulders are not very generous, I just think they are very safe."

"My pleasure."

Zhang Yiming held her thin body, his head tilted slightly, and gently placed it on her head, "Tell you the truth."

"Um."

Feng Yin felt her cheeks gently rubbing on her head and closed her eyes with pleasure.

He smiled at the corner of his lips and listened patiently to his whisper.

"I used to long for finding a wife who can spend hand in hand with me and slowly grow old."
Chapter completed!