Qiao Sinian peeled her shrimp and served her a small bowl of pork rib soup.

Under the light, there was a gentle and gentleness on his cold side face, like a rough jade, which was a softness that had never been seen before.

Leng Yi's side face also became much softer.

“What time is the afternoon lecture.”

“It only starts at three o’clock.”

"Oh, there's no hurry, take a nap after eating, huh?"

"Yeah." Ye Jiaqi nodded, "It's rainy, it's suitable for sleeping. Look at Xiaoguai, you will be particularly sleepy when it's raining."

Qiao Sinian narrowed his eyebrows and a quiet smile in his eyes.

On such rainy days and late autumn, it is particularly comfortable, and even time is slow.

Ye Jiaqi's small apartment is very warm, with a simple pastoral style overall. There is a layer of her favorite blanket on the ground, and sometimes it won't be cold when walking barefoot on it.

The room is full of heating and it is fun.

After eating and drinking, Ye Jiaqi raised his eyelids: "I don't want to wash dishes..."

"I made the rice, and I want me to wash the bowl? Huh?" Qiao Sinian also looked at her.

"Okay..." Ye Jiaqi stood up, "I'll wash dishes, I can wash, I can."

Ye Jiaqi went to the edge of the pool and tied up an apron.

No matter what, I was very satisfied with what I ate today. She never ate these things again after coming abroad.

She didn't expect that Qiao Sinian was very skilled.

She poured dish soap and lowered her head to wash the dishes carefully.

Just as she was washing a bowl, suddenly, her waist was wrapped around her hands, and the man hugged her from behind.

He pressed her against the pool, lowered his head, and his hot breath fell on the drooping side of her ears.

Ye Jiaqi's heart beat and slapped, and his hands slipped, almost breaking the bowl.

Qiao Sinian's big hands gently rubbed her waist, and the warmth of her big palm spread to her skin through the clothes.

“Qiqi…”

He turned his head and called her name gently in her ear, his voice low and sexy.

Ye Jiaqi did not dare to move around and put down the bowl in his hand.

The faucet is on, and the water flow is "rustling".

Ye Jiaqi's heart was beating "bang" and the indescribable feeling began to spread rapidly among the limbs and bones, like a tightly wrapped water and grass, making her almost suffocate.

Her breathing became rapid.

At the same time, she also felt Qiao Sinian's scorching breathing.

In the small space, the temperature suddenly rose.

Qiao Sinian reached into her sweater and went up.

Ye Jiaqi frowned and lowered his eyelashes: "Don't do this..."

"Qiqi, I don't know how much rational I have left. Maybe... the only remaining ones are almost exhausted... All my rationality, decisiveness, and determination in this life are all left to you..."

His low and dumb voice echoed in her ears.

Suddenly, she remembered some people and things.

She lowered her eyelids, pushed Josnian away, turned her head and was about to leave: "Don't do this."

Just as she walked out of the kitchen, Qiao Sinian pulled her with a big hand and pulled her into his arms again!

This time, he did not give her a chance to speak, and he lowered his head and kissed her with his cold lips.

Ye Jiaqi opened his eyes wide and struggled.

But he kissed her more and more intensely, pressing her against the kitchen wall.

He lowered his head, pressed her down, and did not give her a chance to escape.

The strength of men and women was very different, and she gradually lost and stopped struggling, with endless depth in her eyes.

She was like a kitten, pressed by him, unable to move, and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

The back is against the cold wall.

A heart is ups and downs and turbulent.

Qiao Sinian's breath lingers around her, entangled.
Chapter completed!