The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 235

Ling Yiran thought to herself as she crept up to the bedside table, only to be shocked when her eyes fell on the picture frame on it. She stared at the picture with her almond-shaped eyes wide in disbelief.

It was a picture of her!

The problem was that she did not remember ever taking a picture like this, and if she looked at her eyes in the picture, they were not facing the camera.

Who took this picture? Why was it here? Whose room was this...

Click.

Someone pushed open the door of the room and Ling Yiran looked up. It was Yi Jinli.

"Well, looks like Sis already knows that the two rooms interconnect with each other without me telling you." Yi Jinli walked forward with a smile. His eyes were on the picture frame Ling Yiran was holding in her hand. "What do you think of this picture?"

"How come there's a picture of me here?" she asked.

"I was the one who took it, of course," he said, taking the frame out of her hand and putting it back on the bedside table. “I miss you so much when I can't see you."

His tone slightly raised at the end of the sentence. There was a hint of ambiguity.

As if thinking of something, she suddenly said, "Is this your room?"

"It's my room." He nodded.

Ling Yiran bit her lip. "In that case... Get me another room."

"Why? Didn't you say you can take any room? Why does Sis mind now when one of us has slept on the bed while the other one slept below the bed? There wasn’t even a door in between us,” Yi Jinli said.

His eyes were so beautiful that they seemed to be able to suck her soul and will.

Suddenly, he let go of his hand and said with a smile, "It's late, Sis. Go wash up."

Ling Yiran then heaved a great sigh of relief and hurried out of his room. She went back into the next room and headed toward the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Ling Yiran looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were so red and juicy as if they were dripping water. There was a hazy and delicate look in those almond-shaped eyes. No wonder Yi Jinli asked her not to look at a man like that.

Ling Yiran suddenly tossed her head and turned on the tap, cooling her now hot cheeks with cold water.

What was wrong with her?! Even though she could not resist Yi Jinli, she did not have to blush like that.