It was very dry at night, and the smudged moonlight shone on the ground, and the dim color fell on Ye Jiaqi's body.

She looked down at her feet.

Familiar grass and tree.

Today she wore a white coat and a burgundy scarf around her neck, which was very sweet.

Her hair was long and the ends were slightly curly, adding a bit of charm to her sweetness.

The wind is cold in winter and there is a desolate situation everywhere.

She was waiting, silently.

The scarf covered half of her face, but it still couldn't stop the coldness of the night.

She shivered twice, sniffed her hands, with white mist in her eyes, and crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes.

In short, since she came to the capital, she has never missed the winter in the capital.

The memory is a bit out of reach.

Every winter, her hands and feet are always cold, and the cold feeling makes her toss and turns at night can't sleep.

Every time she was at that time, she always liked to run into Qiao Sinian's room in the middle of the night and acted coquettishly with him: "Cold."

Qiao Sinian avoided suspicion and would not refuse in person, but would not sleep with her in the same bed.

She came over and he slept on the sofa and gave her the warm bed.

He knew that her hands and feet were cold, especially when she had her period, the situation became even worse.

It's strange that every time she slept on his bed and smelled his breath on his pillow, she could always sleep peacefully and slept until dawn.

She likes his bed, very much.

No matter how old he is, Qiao Sinian is not very happy and avoids suspicion more and more.

It was about fifteen years old that she would crawl into his room and he wouldn't even open the door.

Ye Jiaqi had no choice but to go back embarrassedly and get back to his cold bed.

In today's winter, she still has cold hands and feet, and the problems caused by her womb cannot be cured.

At this moment, Ye Jiaqi stood in the wind, a little cold.

Neither the coat nor the scarf could cover the biting chill in the capital, which was cut on her face like a knife.

Bonely cold.

She stood in the open air for half an hour, but she couldn't hold on and her feet were numb.

She stomped her feet hard and started to slap her hands.

In the open world, her figure was particularly lonely.

Ye Jiaqi couldn't stand it.

Has he not come back yet?

She didn't dare to go to the door of Qiao's house. She knew that he had issued an order and idlers could not enter.

She could definitely wait for him, and she wanted to ask him in person.

But it's really cold.

"Jo Sinian, Joe Sinian..." She said his name, "Why haven't you come back yet..."

She is so cold.

Ye Jiaqi couldn't bear it anymore. She took out her cell phone from her coat pocket, her fingers trembling.

She called Qiao Sinian's mobile phone number.

She came to China to change her mobile phone card, but she didn't know if he would answer it.

Sure enough, no one answered the first time.

Ye Jiaqi's hands were cold red, and she sipped the heat on her mouth.

A shallow mist began to float in the air, and her forehead was wet.

She hasn't tried waiting for someone in such cold weather...

He is the one she has waited for the most in the past twenty years.

After the third time, someone finally answered.

"Hey." Qiao Sinian's usual cold voice sounded.

"Master Qiao, I'm waiting for you." Ye Jiaqi's voice trembled, very light.

Qiao Sinian's heart beat for a moment and her breathing was rapid: "Where are you?"

"You, at the door of your house." After saying that, Ye Jiaqi couldn't hold on, and his fingers were already numb from the cold.
Chapter completed!