The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 585 I Can't Control My Heart (Part [-])

"I...have never met her mother." Li Yao thought about it seriously, and realized that he had never met Han Zhixian's mother in a real sense.

When Han Zhixian had an ectopic pregnancy operation in Luchuan, Mingzhu was called by Han Zhiyuan as a shield to come and see Han Zhixian. I never showed up, so I missed it with Mingzhu.

Later, when Han Zhixian returned to his hometown, something had happened when he arrived, Mingzhu jumped off the building, covered in blood, how could he see his face clearly?

The only time I have ever seen Mingzhu is probably when I saw her portrait when I went to the funeral home to preside over the funeral.

But the pearl on the portrait is the pearl of old age, with traces of time on his face, which is far from the mother who stayed on the portrait. Even if there is such a resemblance, he still feels that familiarity comes from Han Zhixian, and Not his mother.

Taking a deep breath, Li Yao emphasized: "I hope you keep this matter secret and don't tell anyone, including Han Zhixian and Ji Qian."

"Ah."

The two hung up the phone afterward, and Li Yao stood at the end of the corridor, stretching out his hand to open the window.

Although there is no snow in Jiangdong, it is still cold in winter.

The cold wind gushed in from the open window and rushed towards him, cutting his skin like a knife.

Li Yao's mind was in a state of chaos, unable to keep clear and calm.

Fate seemed to have made a big joke, the blood flowing in him and Han Zhixian had similar or even the same parts.

Thinking that he used to look for meager memories through her face, Li Yao felt that this was a huge irony.

No wonder he thought she looked like his mother.

Later, he gradually fell in love with her singing.

Li Yao knew very well in his heart that he noticed her because of that face, but it was her own strength that wanted to make her famous.

He didn't know exactly when he fell in love, but he was very clear about the fact that he was in love.

But after going round and round, after so many things happened, he was actually told that the person he fell in love with shouldn't and couldn't love, how could he digest this fact!
So much has happened between them.

She was pregnant with his child, and even had an ectopic pregnancy because of it, and lost the right to be a mother. Now he still uses revenge to tie her to his side, but this woman he can't love is his...

Is there anything more ironic than this?
After standing in the corridor for nearly two hours, Li Yao couldn't accept this fact.

His face was more gloomy than the night outside the window, and his body was only cold to the bone marrow.

At four o'clock in the morning, he moved towards the bedroom.

His fingers had long been frozen and stiff, and he even trembled slightly when holding the doorknob, and he suddenly didn't know how to push the door open.

Standing at the door in silence for a long time, thinking of this point that she must have fallen asleep early, he mustered up the courage to open the door and walk in.

There was even a bedside lamp left in the room, probably because he knew he hadn't left so he didn't bother to pretend.

She didn't turn her back to him and pretend to be asleep as usual, because this time she was really asleep.

It might be because of the wound on her neck. She was lying upright, sleeping very well, sleeping on her side, and even reserved a place for him.

Even though he knew the truth, he still couldn't help the greed in his heart and approached her.

The side of the bed collapsed slightly, and he lay on it, because his back was injured, and in order to see her, he lay on his side.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand towards her, wanting to take a serious look at her eyebrows, but when his hand was about to touch her, he withdrew his hand.

He didn't know if he was afraid that the cold air on his body would hit her, or because he thought of the relationship between the two of them.

The fingers slowly retracted one by one, and finally a fist was harvested.

Just supporting his body like this, he stared at her almost greedily.

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Han Zhixian was woken up by the heat. The air conditioner was turned on in the room, the temperature was suitable, and the quilt covered was also very light, but she was covered in hot sweat.

She opened her eyes and tried to break free, only to realize that apart from the quilt, the man with long hands and long legs hugged her whole body through the quilt.

And his head was leaning against her, and the temperature on his face was just like that, it was astonishingly hot.

Although Han Zhixian suffered serious neck injuries, she had no other injuries other than the bump, so her actions were not affected.

She couldn't help reaching out her hand, but when she probed, she really had a fever.

Looking again, his body is all exposed.

Why doesn't this person know how to cover the quilt?
The most important thing is that the person who clings to her on weekdays is wearing proper clothes and hugging her through the quilt, how strange it is to think.

Could it be that he was afraid that he would rub against his wound?
But does it work?Han Zhixian was deeply suspicious.

"Li Yao? Li Yao?" She couldn't help but test out, wanting to see if he was burnt out.

Pushed by her hand, he woke up faintly, his handsome face was flushed, his sharp eyes were bloodshot, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were dazed.

His appearance is undoubtedly very pleasing to the eye. He is too fierce to look at on weekdays, but today he is sick, and people can see some weak and sickly beauty.

Han Zhixian's heart skipped a beat, after all, she had never seen Li Yao like this before.

"Li Yao, you have a fever." She said to him, seeing his confused and uncomfortable face, she knew that he must have fainted from fever, so she said quickly, "I'll call a doctor for you."

As she spoke, she tried to turn sideways and reached for the phone on the bedside table.

It's just that she was grabbed by someone as soon as she turned her back to Li Yao.

"Don't go, Han Zhixian!" His voice was pleading, and his arm was surprisingly strong.

Han Zhixian held back the complicated emotions in her heart, and patted his hand, "Li Yao, I'm calling a doctor for you."

But the man didn't let go as if he didn't hear her words.

"Why, why..." he kept muttering.

Han Zhixian felt that Li Yao was very strange tonight, before he could figure it out, he felt that his neck was wet with cold liquid.

When her body froze, Li Yao actually... cried?
"Li Yao?" Her voice trembled imperceptibly, because everything that happened was too weird.

Li Yao is such an invincible man, how could he shed tears, how could he be... fragile?
"You strangled me," she said softly.

Sure enough, after saying this, Li Yao relaxed a little bit.

Han Zhixian took the opportunity to turn around, wanting to see what happened to him.

For the first time, Li Yao buried his head and refused to let her look.

An intermittent male voice came out, low and hoarse, "I like you, Han Zhixian, Han Zhixian, I like you."

Han Zhixian froze, "You, what did you say?"

A scorching liquid fell into her neck, causing her to shrug her shoulders, but the man buried his hot face deeper, and his hoarse voice scratched Han Zhixian's heart like sandpaper.

"I like you, Han Zhixian, I like you...but you don't like me."

After making sure she heard it right, Han Zhixian opened her mouth, "You've got a fever."

"I'm not confused. I know that I like you. Not only do I like you, but I also love you. I don't know what's going on, but I can't control my heart. Han Zhixian, I love you."

The man's voice was right next to her ears, each sentence was clearly hoarse and deep, but it was as if a drumstick had hit her eardrum.

What did he say, he said he liked himself, even loved himself?

How can it be?

"You have a fever, you really have a fever." She murmured.

"I didn't!" He stood up abruptly, looking at her with burning eyes.

Han Zhixian was taken aback by him, seeing that his eyes were clear but his face was blushing, she was not sure whether he was burned out or not.

(End of this chapter)