Ye Jiaqi walked over, pressed his hand holding the cigarette, tiptoed, found his lips, and kissed him hard.

Her lips were not too warm, they were cold.

Qiao Sinian's lips were not very warm either. The moment they kissed, Bingliang and Bingliang collided.

Her hands tightly wrapped around his waist, refusing to loosen, and the fragrance of his nose was filled with the fragrance of his body just finished taking a shower.

The kissing skills are still awkward, even with a little crampedness and anxiety.

Just as she wanted to kiss him deeper, Josnian grabbed her waist, pushed her away, and frowned: "I don't want it today."

In a panic, Ye Jiaqi raised his pair of water-cut autumn eyes and was as helpless as a deer: "I just want to... want to kiss you."

When she is in a bad mood, he will kiss her.

Once he kisses her, all the unpleasant things in her heart will disappear.

Qiao Sinian glanced at her and frowned deeply. He looked at her for several minutes before he lowered his head, continued to open the drawer, and found a box of cigarettes.

Ye Jiaqi held his hand and looked at him: "Can you stop smoking? It's getting late, can you sleep well..."

"Don't worry about me." Qiao Sinian pulled out his hand from her and strode out of the bedroom.

He left.

Only Ye Jiaqi was left alone to stand in place.

She didn't have the courage to chase her out again. Maybe he didn't want to smoke, but he just didn't want to see her, at least not tonight.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and looked at the position of his toes. There was a vast mist in his eyes.

The breath of him remained in the bedroom.

After he left, Ye Jiaqi also obediently left.

Instead of going back to their bedroom, she chose a guest room.

Her previous house had been changed to Qiao Chengfan's small room, and the bed had also been changed to a child's bed. She could not go to sleep anymore, so she could only sleep in the guest room.

All guest rooms in Qiaozhai are arranged similarly, with simple design and simple decoration, almost all black and white lines.

Ye Jiaqi pulled up the curtains, locked the darkness outside the window, and got into the bed alone.

It was very cold in the quilt.

It wasn't because she was cold, but because she was probably used to Qiao Sinian's body temperature and arms.

Ye Jiaqi stretched out his hand, turned off the wall light at the head of the bed, and covered himself with a quilt.

Indoor, falling into darkness.

No light could be seen, she curled up in a ball, leaning quietly against the pillow.

It was already very late, almost eleven o'clock, and the outside of Qiao's house was quiet, with only the moonlight scattering on the window head like white frost, facing the transparent window glass.

The lips still seemed to have the smell of Qiao Si Nian, and it became clearer at this moment.

After following him for so many years, she knew that he was in a bad mood around Qingming Festival, and this year was no exception.

Ye Jiaqi pressed his head into the quilt, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She was cold all over. It was already spring, but she seemed to be in the middle of winter.

The night is so cold, and the sound of howling wind is passing by.

She knew that he must have smoked on the balcony, but she didn't dare to persuade her, because she was afraid that they would quarrel.

She didn't expect to live with him until he was old, but just loved him carefully, hoping that the happy time would last longer.

So during this period, she would listen to whatever he said. She used to be a little angry, but now she is very obedient.

For example, without his permission, she would not go out.

He had to wear a condom when doing it, and she would not refute it.

The moonlight shone in through the curtains. In the hazy light, Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes and tossed and turned.
Chapter completed!