At the beginning of the night, I don't know what time it was, but Ye Jiaqi was touched by a cold hand.

In the darkness, she gave a faint "hmm" and was half asleep and half awake.

There was a familiar scent of his on her nose. She knew it was him and said in a daze: "He's back..."

"Well, did I wake you up?"

"No, your hands are so cold."

Despite this, Ye Jiaqi immediately approached his chest, pressed his face against it, and put his hands around his waist.

This was her favorite sleeping position during this period, hugging him and never letting go.

His body is not very warm, but she is very warm.

After a while, Josnian also felt the warmth and hugged her waist with his big hands.

It's already half past two in the night.

"Go to sleep." Josnian touched her little head.

Ye Jiaqi smacked her lips, feeling sleepy, and soon fell asleep again.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, especially late at night, and the sound of rain becomes clearer.

He smoked a lot at night, and even after taking a shower, the smell of tobacco still lingered on his body.

There are not many days left until Qingming Festival.

In previous years, Ye Jiaqi was young and loved to cry, so he never took Ye Jiaqi to the cemetery.

Later he found out that she was the granddaughter of the Xiang family, and he never took her to the cemetery.

Thinking of this, Josnian lowered his head, found her forehead in the darkness, and kissed her.

Ye Jiaqi in his arms said "hmm" unconsciously, and his little head drilled into his chest again, like a kitten.

Josnian hugged her and hugged her tightly.

The night is dark, and everything is as quiet as water, with only the sound of rain lingering.

"Si Nian..." In the darkness, Ye Jiaqi called his name, his voice was like water and as gentle as a feather.

When Josnian heard it, the softest part of his heart was touched, like the spring breeze blowing.

His big hands subconsciously hugged her into his arms.

Ye Jiaqi slept very comfortably. Although Josnian's body was still cold, she hugged him and refused to let go.

The spring rain pours endlessly.

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The next day, Josnian got up early and his genius was bright.

He picked a black suit and a blue striped tie from the closet.

When he went downstairs, Ye Jiaqi was still awake. He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, touching her face with his warm and dry palms.

Ye Jiaqi opened his eyes in a daze, then quickly closed them again, smacking his lips: "Are you going to the group?"

"Well, it's still early. You should sleep more."

"You remember to have breakfast."

"Remember."

The corners of Ye Jiaqi's lips curved into a sweet smile. Although he was sleepy, it was good to hear his voice.

Josnian ruffled her hair again and looked at her lovingly.

Ye Jiaqi is very attractive in his sleep, with rosy cheeks, pink lips, and soft hair hanging half on his shoulders.

Over the years, Ye Jiaqi is no longer a teenage girl, but more charming like a little woman.

The rain is still falling.

The sky was gray and there was white mist floating in the air.

Josnian went downstairs and drove to Qiao's after breakfast.

There wasn't much expression on his chiseled face, his jawline was tight and his sharp eyes had a calm luster.

The rain hit the car windows, and the capital city in the morning was a bit chilly. It was a busy and busy scene.

Halfway through the car, Josnian's cell phone rang.

Meng Chen has arrived at Qiao's.
Chapter completed!