After dinner, Ye Jiaqi made some desserts and ate them alone.

She leaned slanted against the sofa, and for some reason, she became very edible after coming to Qiao's house.

Josnian came in, took the tiramisu in her hand, and threw it aside.

“No sweets are allowed at night.”

Ye Jiaqi looked at him resentfully: "I've been doing it for a long time, and you just threw it away?"

"If you eat irregularly and unhealthy, you will ask a nutritionist to come."

"tyrant."

Ye Jiaqi had no choice but to stand up from the sofa, put on his nightgown, and walked towards the bed.

Qiao Sinian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his slender figure fell on the transparent glass, and his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned.

There was a cigarette between his fingers and he didn't lit it.

Ye Jiaqi climbed onto the bed and tied his hair up.

"Ye Jiaqi." Qiao Sinian called her name in a low voice, "When will you plan to go back to Chicago."

As soon as Ye Jiaqi stopped his movements, there was a light mist in his eyes, which spread lightly and shallowly.

As if she felt a little aggrieved, her heart ached. She lowered her head and bit her lips without saying a word.

She rolled up her sleeves, rolled up and put them down.

Just didn't say anything.

The air suddenly fell into silence.

"Hmm?" He pointed his tail and his eyes fell on her.

"I'm back, then." Ye Jiaqi asked back.

"Of course it's going to school."

"It's okay to go to school, then when are you going to Chicago to see me?"

"I'll go when I have time."

"How long does it take to have time? Half a year? One year? Or five years, ten years?"

"I have to make trouble?" Qiao Sinian pursed her thin lips.

"What if I don't leave?" Ye Jiaqi looked up and looked at him.

She never knew that she could lower her posture to this point, and was driven away by him again and again, leaving behind her silly again and again.

"I only want to think about it or not, and you don't want it or not." Qiao Sinian made the words clear.

"I don't want to discuss this issue anymore. It's up to you. If you want to send me away, just put two sleeping pills in my tea. Remember, if two or one, I can't sleep."

After saying that, Ye Jiaqi lifted the quilt, jumped off the bed, and ran out of the bedroom.

Suddenly I didn't want to stay in the same room with him.

I don't want to say a word to him.

Ye Jiaqi ran upstairs and ran to his room non-stop.

With a "bang", she closed the door and the sound was very loud.

Qiao Sinian downstairs naturally heard it.

His eyes darkened and he lit the cigarette in his hand.

The smoke surrounded his face, and there was a clear extinction of fire between his fingers. He stood by the window, looking at the vast sky outside.

The leaves of the sycamore trees in the courtyard have fallen, leaving only bare branches.

It won't take long before the treetops will sprout.

The phoenix sings, on the high hill; the sycamore tree grows, on the morning sun.

Upstairs, Ye Jiaqi hid alone in the quilt and cried, his shoulders trembling, and tears wet his pillow.

People will be very tired after crying for a long time.

Ye Jiaqi was tired of crying and couldn't cry, and leaned against the head of the bed alone, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When Qiao Sinian came in to see her, she did not cover her with her sleeves and rolled up randomly.

He picked her up, hugged her into his arms, and turned off the light.

It was only three or four nights, and he seemed to be used to holding her to fall asleep.

I don’t know if it was because there was a smoke on his clothes, but Ye Jiaqi moved his eyebrows and pushed him with his little hand.

"Don't move, sleep." In the darkness, his voice was low.
Chapter completed!