This kiss lasted for a long time.

After kissing enough, he let her go and pressed her shoulders with both hands to prevent her from moving.

Ye Jiaqi raised his head, his eyes were red, and he cursed in a low voice: "You will never change your nature."

Josnian: "..."

After saying that, Ye Jiaqi shook off his hand and walked back to the bedroom on the carpet.

With a "bang" sound, the door was closed.

Ye Jiaqi sat on the bed angrily. She hugged her knees and sat on the soft blanket, with a flickering luster in her eyes.

There was a white wall in front of her. She looked at the wall with wandering eyes and said nothing.

His breath is all on your lips, the scent of agarwood mixed with the smell of tobacco.

Ye Jiaqi was sweating all over. When he kissed her, her heartbeat would still speed up.

My mind is in a mess, and the more I think about it, the more confused it becomes.

Ye Jiaqi simply didn't want to think about it anymore, took off his sweater and covered himself with a quilt.

Josnian didn't go anywhere and stood on the balcony smoking.

The smoke dispersed in the wind and drifted into the rain.

After coming to Chicago, he didn't smoke much anymore, and occasionally smoked a few cigarettes in hotels.

But when he was in the capital, he was really a heavy smoker.

He washed the dishes that Ye Jiaqi had left in the sink, and even took a look at Xiaoguai.

This kind of thing that usually seems boring and uninteresting now feels very comfortable and even interesting to do.

He was really too busy before.

Ye Jiaqi took a nap, and he also sat on the sofa in the living room for a while.

She ate a piece of the chocolate he gave her, and as for the card, it seemed like she had put it away.

Josnian rubbed his temples, with a slightly tired look in his eyes.

Feeling sleepy in the afternoon, Josnian held his head and dozed off.

Such an afternoon is long and peaceful.

One of them sleeps in the bedroom and the other sleeps in the living room.

Although they don't disturb each other, they are close at hand.

Josnian slept peacefully, and so did Ye Jiaqi.

Josnian couldn't even remember what he had spent in the three years since he left the capital. Apart from killing and blood, it was all about nicotine and alcohol.

The only light is Qiao Chengfan.

The little guy's babbling and smiling brought him great comfort.

He had never experienced the feeling of being a father, and it was not until he experienced it that he realized that it was a very wonderful feeling.

When the little guy suddenly called him "Daddy" while he was crawling, he probably felt... everything was worth it.

In a daze, Josnian suddenly missed the little guy.

The rain was pouring outside, and the house was quiet and silent.

It’s a rare quiet time.

…

Josnian and Ye Jiaqi went to the afternoon lecture early.

When he came to Chicago, he was really unscrupulous and appeared in any public place at will.

This is simply impossible in China.

Ye Jiaqi followed him, and she couldn't stop him anyway.

The lecture was held in a lecture hall that could accommodate thousands of people. Ye Jiaqi chose a seat near the back and sat side by side with Josnian.

There are so many people that no one really notices them.

The lecture was about the Renaissance and Enlightenment. Ye Jiaqi took notes while listening.

Josnian didn't have much interest. His only interest was probably sitting next to her.

This was the first time he saw Ye Jiaqi listening to the class very seriously, occasionally lowering his head to take notes, and occasionally biting the end of the ballpoint pen.

Her big eyes were covered with a strong desire for knowledge and sparkled like stars in the sky.

Brilliant, eye-catching, bright.
Chapter completed!