When we returned to the hotel, it was already after nine o'clock in the evening.

After Ye Jiaqi took a shower, he sat by the window sill in a daze, hugging his knees and looking at the starry sky outside. There was an uncorked bottle of red wine on hand, but there was no wine in the goblet.

Josnian also took a shower, dried his hair and walked behind her.

"Want to drink?" He rubbed the crook of her neck, bent down, and put his arm around her waist through her nightgown.

The heat lingered on her neck, and the blood in Ye Jiaqi's body beat subtly, and his heartbeat accelerated.

His fingers rubbed her waist very gently, it felt like ants were crawling, and it was like an electric current shot through her body.

"Yeah." Ye Jiaqi's voice was very uncomfortable and he responded from his throat.

"I'll drink with you." Josnian stood up and brought a wine glass over.

He poured some wine for her and himself. He sat next to her and looked at the stars outside side by side with her.

"Here." Josnian handed the wine glass to her.

"Am I not allowed to drink?" Ye Jiaqi glanced at him.

"It seems you still remember what happened last night?"

"Only half awake and half drunk." Ye Jiaqi took the wine glass and took a sip of wine, "Have you finished all your work today?"

"It's nothing major, it's just that I have to come forward with some details. I can handle everything in these two days, and then I'll take you to a nearby city."

"I plan to go to San Francisco." Ye Jiaqi said calmly, "I haven't seen my dad and brother for a long time. Although we don't have a deep relationship, we are all my family."

"Your family is also my family."

Ye Jiaqi turned his head and stared at his face, with an unpredictable look in his eyes: "Do you still hate them?"

"It's been so long, why are you still asking me like this? It's your parents' fault, the Qiao family."

If it weren't for the Qiao family's pursuit, Xiang Hua and Ye Yunxiao would not have been separated, and would not have been able to see each other again until their death.

"You rescued my dad from Qin Shi'en, and you just wrote it off." Ye Jiaqi curled his lips.

"I know clearly in my heart what should be written off or not, what is right and wrong." Josnian sighed, "I am not a teenage boy who is hot-blooded and acting on his own initiative."

"If you knew about this when you were a teenager, would you throw me out of Qiao's house?" Ye Jiaqi suddenly became curious.

"What if I didn't know these things when I was a teenager? Maybe it was God's best arrangement."

Josnian also took a sip of wine.

They sat side by side and talked casually.

Ye Jiaqi was not a woman who had a bad temper. After Josnian coaxed her a few times, she put all the unhappy things behind her.

The carpet was soft and comfortable, and Ye Jiaqi liked moments like this very much.

Josnian moved closer to her, put down his wine glass, and put his arm around her waist.

The light on the window sill was dim, and there was no makeup on her clean face. Her eyes were bright, her lips were full, and there was a slight blush on her cheeks.

Josnian lifted her chin, tilted her head, and kissed her.

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes.

His kiss was gentle and delicate, going from the lips to the depths, as slow as drizzle, and endless.

Ye Jiaqi's lips were filled with his breath, the most familiar one. When she was moved, her hands clenched his nightgown tightly, her whole body was soft, and she let him kiss her.

The suite was quiet except for the sound of kissing.
Chapter completed!