"Bingbing, you have seen my current situation. My right leg is disabled and I have nothing to wear. If you follow me, you may still be in danger. But," Ye Ming put her little hand on his heart, "
There is only you here, and as long as you are willing to follow me, I will devote all my life to you and protect you, and I will never let you suffer the slightest injustice."
Is this his proposal confession?
He Bing admitted that she was touched. He could not say sweet words. His sweet words were his lifelong commitment and she was willing to give herself to him.
He Bing stretched out his little hand and said, "Ye Ming, put it on for me now, immediately. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."
Ye Ming quickly put the diamond ring into the ring finger of her right hand, then lowered his head and kissed her.
This moment is so happy.
He never thought he could have such happiness.
He Bing knew that this lipstick was considered scrapped.
...
Two hours later.
He Bing, who was lying on the bed, weakly opened her eyes. She seemed to have died once.
Ye Ming was not in the room and went out.
He Bing forced herself to get out of bed. She opened the window of the room to blow away the ambiguity here. The sheets were no longer usable, so she pulled off the old sheets and replaced them with new ones.
She hugged the old sheets and walked out of the room.
As soon as she came out, she saw a tall and strong body in the kitchen. Ye Ming was cooking in the kitchen. He took a shower, but there were no men's clothes here, so he was still wearing the dark blue T-shirt underneath.
The prosthetic leg was removed from the black trousers, and the right trouser leg was empty.
However, this does not affect the man's calm behavior at all. On the contrary, it adds to the man's vicissitudes of life, which is particularly charming.
He Bing walked over lightly and hugged him from behind. Her white and tender hands touched the place where his leg was amputated through his trouser legs, "Ah Ming, why are you missing your leg?"
Ye Ming was cooking with a spatula in his hand. When he mentioned his amputated right leg, he showed no expression, "Want to know?"
"You can't tell me, right?"
There are many secrets about him, including his identity, his mysterious death three years ago, and his amputated right leg...
But he couldn't tell her any of this.
Ye Ming picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of small shrimp and handed it to her lips, "I know you still ask? Come and have a taste."
"Oh." He Bing obediently opened his mouth and ate the shrimp.
The next second, she quickly raised her eyebrows and said, "It's so salty. Did you add too much salt?"
Ye Ming himself also ate a piece of shrimp, and he really added too much salt.
He doesn't know how to cook, but he started to learn how to cook in the past three years in the mountains. Unfortunately, his cooking skills have never been good.
He is a martial artist by nature and cannot do things like the kitchen.
"I poured it out, let's do it again." Ye Ming poured out all the shrimps.
He Bing quickly stopped, "It's such a waste to pour it over. It doesn't matter if it's salty, just put some more sugar in it."
As she said this, she put some sugar in it.
Ye Ming picked up a piece of shrimp with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, chewed it and said, "Did you put too much sugar in it?"