I Love You At The Right Time

The smell of disinfectant?

It doesn’t exist.

Honey, full of honey aroma.

After dinner, Su Ci and Wen Jin’an went for a walk in the garden together.

They met the little girl and her mother again.

The little girl saw Wen Jin’an and Su Ci and ran towards them with a pink ball.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Uncle.” After shouting, the little girl smiled and pointed to Su Ci. “I said aunt would come again, wouldn’t she?”

“Yes.” Bending down, Wen Jin’an shaved the little girl’s nose tip. “The baby is really smart.”

The little girl blushed, turned to pounce on her mother and hugged her leg. She was embarrassed.

Su porcelain blinked and stood on tiptoe close to Wen Jin’an’s ear. “BOSS Rowan, please pay attention to it. The child is still young. Can you not lift it casually? You don’t know how destructive you are, do you?”

Wen Jin’an lost his smile and put his arms around Su porcelain’s thin waist. “Yes, I will only lift you after that, huh?”

“Hello.” Su Ci whispered, “Enough for you.”

“Uncle.”

The two were talking. I don’t know when the little girl stood in front of me again.

Su porcelain hurriedly retreated from Wen Jin’an and coughed twice.

How devoted they are.

“What is it?”

Wen Jin’an still bent down and asked.

Such a move, in the world of children, represents equality and will add points.

The little girl was still hesitating, but then she dared to ask, “Uncle, are you sick too?”

When she finished asking, her mother’s face changed.

“Baby.”

Picking up her daughter, the woman smiled apologetically at Wen Jin’an, “Sorry, children’s words are mowgli.”

“It doesn’t matter, the baby is not wrong.” Straight up, Wen Jin’an still smiled gently.

Looking at the little girl hiding in her mother’s arms, he said, “Yes, my uncle is ill.”

When his words fell, Su Ci suddenly took his hand.

Looking askance at her, Wen Jin’an comfortably squeezed her fingers.

The little girl struggled in her mother’s arms and whispered, “Uncle, you will be fine. The mother said the baby’s illness would be fine.”

“Yes, we will all be fine. The baby’s illness will be fine, and the uncle’s illness will be fine.”

After returning from the garden, Su porcelain did not know how and was preoccupied.

Wen Jin’an leaned against the bed and watched her stare blankly with a cup in her hand.

Sighing lightly, he called her, “Porcelain.”

“What?” Returning to absolute being, Su porcelain put down the cup and walked towards him.

Get out of the way, Wen Jin’an said softly, “Come up.”

Su porcelain took off his shoes and nestled in his arms.

Taking the books on the bedside table, he opened them.

“Huh?” Su porcelain looked at the cover of the book and was slightly surprised. “This one?”

It was the book he was still reading before he disappeared, and it was also her bedtime reading.

“Yin Yin helped me find it.”

“I’m watching too.” Su Ci said, took the book and turned to a page to tell him, “I see here.”

“Not bad.” Wen Jin’an smiled and shaved off the tip of her nose. “Didn’t you say you were sleepy watching all English? Can you still insist on seeing here?”

“You are not here, no one has read it to me, only I can read it myself.” Su porcelain eyes staring at the book, casually said.

Wen Jin’an felt a shock in his heart and held her lower jaw up.

“Jin’an?”

He bowed his head and kissed it. His whisper was between their lips. “I’m sorry.”

“Hum.”

Su porcelain snorted and suddenly opened his mouth to bite his lip.

Wen Jin’an was shocked, followed by a pain in his lips, with a faint smell of blood.

She bit his lip.

Back off, Su porcelain stared at the red on his lips, “this is punishment, understand? Try this again!”

“I dare not.”

He hugged her tightly and said in a low voice, “I’m really sorry, porcelain, I’m sorry. No.”

“Jin’an, I asked Jiang Guchen about your illness.”

“Uh－huh.”

“Tell me about it.”

Upped up his face, Su porcelain condensed Wen Jin an Junli’s face.

Stretched out his hand and caressed his cheek. “Hmm? Jin’an, tell me about it.”

If you really want to say it, it is still difficult to say it.

Wen Jin’an caressed her hair with her hand and did not know where to start.