"I just hope the police can let them go. It's just one thing for you." She rushed down the tunnel.
"It's a one sentence thing, but... So what?" He looked at her in perfect time, in sharp contrast to her anxiety.
Her hand, which was hanging down on her side, slightly tightened, took a deep breath, and met his eyes. "How can you let people go?"
His eyes slightly sank, put down the pen in his hand, stood up, and walked slowly to Ling's still front.
His hand gently held up her hand, "elder sister's hand seems very cold."
Her body suddenly froze. Compared with his hands, her hands were indeed cold.
He lowered his head, put her hands in his hands, gently rubbing her hands, warming her hands.
This movement, he does extremely skilled, gentle and with a kind of care, as if she is the treasure he cares for.
God! What is she thinking! Ling still hurriedly scolds himself in the heart not to think about some mess, and her ear, and sounded his low voice, "sister, do you feel warm hands?"
"Ah... It's warmer." She subconsciously wants to take the handle back, but he is clasping her hand tightly.
"Don't worry. It will be warmer if you rub it a little longer." He said.
Ling still looked at the people in front of him doubtfully. His gentleness now, and his coldness and ridicule before, were like two people.
Although her hands are getting warmer, her heart seems to be getting more and more nervous.
"What are you going to do to let people go?" Ling could not help asking again.
"Why did sister suddenly change her mind and want to let them go?" He asked not in reply.
"My grandmother is not in good health. She is in hospital. I don't want her to worry about it any more." She replied truthfully.
"Is that right? It seems that your grandmother is very important in your heart. You come here to beg me just after a few days for grandma." His voice is very soft, like a bass cello, singing slowly.
She only felt that her nose was full of his breath. And the whole body of blood, as if in his hands to be closed to the surge.
"So what kind of position am I in your heart?" He suddenly raised his head. Those beautiful eyes were staring at her, as if they were going to see her through.
Her body suddenly trembled, and her apricot eyes stared at his black eyes.
In his pupil, she saw her face which was a little flustered.
He leaned down, and then slowly approached her. He breathed softly and sprayed it on her face. "It won't be an important place. If it is, then elder sister would not have left so unrequited. I think it should be a place that she didn't care about."
Her hands are still warm, but her body seems to be getting colder and colder.
Ling still stared at the pretty face close by. The look on his face was still so gentle. Even the movement that he now closed her hands was so gentle, but his eyes were cold.
For a moment, she seemed to understand something, but she still didn't give up. "Will you... Let them go?"
"No." He replied to her like this.
Her heart seems to be sinking more and more. Yes, he is Yi Jinli. I'm afraid that no woman has ever rejected him before.