Zhan Hanjue never imagined that he would do such a dehumanizing act last night. Although Zheng Ling forgave him, he could not easily forgive himself.

After all, being unfaithful to love, how big a blow would that have to Zheng Ling?

Zhan Hanjue felt guilty in his heart, and deep red tears filled his eyes. He hugged her tightly, but could not say a word.

Zheng Ling noticed that he was in an unusually uncomfortable mood, so she patted his back and comforted him: "Okay. I forgive you. Just avoid her from now on."

Zhan Hanjue said quietly: "Zheng Ling, I may be hallucinating."

Zheng Ling looked at him in shock, with huge panic in her eyes.

Zheng Ling thought back to Zhan Hanjue's behavior towards Zhuma last night. Now that she thought about it carefully, she felt it was a bit strange.

Zhan Hanjue is cautious in his actions. If he really had second thoughts about Zhuma, why would he run to the door of his house and make out with Zhuma in front of her?

His city must be made watertight.

Zhan Hanjue said: "I don't want you to worry about my health. But I don't want you to misunderstand that Brother Jue is a half-hearted person who is unfaithful to love."

Whichever is the lesser of two powers that harm each other!

Zhan Hanjue chose to tell the truth, because the truth must be less harmful than the misunderstanding to Zheng Ling.

Zhan Hanjue said in a daze: "I don't know. When I came out of Xiangding Garden yesterday, I heard you calling me. I remember you were the one who picked me up."

Zheng Ling broke into a cold sweat.

He touched Jue Zhan Han's forehead and said, "I didn't go to pick you up. I didn't dare to step into Xiangding Garden. Brother Jue, I think you need to see a doctor."

Moreover, when he touched Zhuma's head last night, was that also an intimate touch he often performed on her?

Although Zheng Ling found it unbelievable, after thinking about the details of yesterday, she felt that this was the only reasonable explanation.

"When did you start?" Zheng Ling was worried.

Zheng Ling felt sorry for Zhan Hanjue, "Brother Jue, you are too tired. No wonder you are in a trance. I think you need to rest."

Zhan Hanjue hugged Zheng Ling and put his chin in the crook of her neck. He said tiredly, "Zheng Ling, please stop being angry. Okay?"

Now that the misunderstanding was resolved, it was too late for Zheng Ling to feel sorry for him. How could she be willing to continue to vent her anger on him?

Seeing that she was extremely nervous, Zhan Hanjue was worried about Zheng Ling's health, so he forced a smile and comforted her: "Zheng Ling, I'm probably too tired recently. I just need to rest for a few days and I'll be fine."

Zheng Ling sighed heavily.

Yes. Some time ago, she suffered from damn depression, which made Zhan Hanjue sleep poorly all day and night, and she was also nervous. This depression just happened, and Zhan Hanjue's body collapsed. She got pneumonia. Pneumonia.

It just so happened that his mother got sick again. He was taking care of her in the hospital, so he definitely didn't have a good rest.

Lord Zhanhan begged, "Then kiss me."

"Okay. I'm not angry anymore." Zheng Ling's slender fingers inserted into his thick and flowing black hair, as if comforting a newborn baby, they were so gentle that it was intoxicating.

"You should have a good rest these days. Don't go to Xiangdingyuan. I think if my mother-in-law knows that there are no hidden dangers to your health, she can understand your difficulties."

After all, being angry hurts your health!

He had to prove that Zheng Ling really forgave him.

Zheng Ling was attached to him, like a butterfly flapping its wings, gently kissing his cheek. He lingered.


Chapter completed!