When Qiao Sinian arrived, Ye Jiaqi was already curled up in a ball of cold, squatting on the ground, holding his knees, and burying his head deeply in his knees.

Despite this, she was still trembling with coldness.

There is an unstoppable wind and cold outside, and there is also a drifting mist.

She was like a homeless kitten, curled up beside the barren grass.

Rolls-Royce stopped, Josnian pushed open the car door and strode over.

He took off his coat, wrapped her tightly in his clothes, and carried her home.

His clothes were filled with his body temperature and breath, and Ye Jiaqi was much warmer and shrank into his clothes.

Her cold hands hooked Qiao Sinian's neck like a straw, and refused to let go.

“Cold, so cold…”

Her lips were so cold that she couldn't say a complete sentence.

"I deserve it."

"I'm going to die of cold..."

"I can't die."

Ye Jiaqi cried in anger. She moved in his arms twice, protesting very much.

Why can't I die? In such a winter... she is not Xiaoqiang, who can freeze to death.

Josnian's coat was wrapped around her, and he walked in the wind in only a thin sweater and vest.

It's really cold.

"How long have you been standing outside?" he asked coldly, his voice coldly.

"One hour? I can't remember..."

"Crazy!"

"You, you didn't say... you can't die..." Ye Jiaqi retorted weakly, as angry as a fucking spring.

Qiao Sinian was helpless and lowered her head and her eyes fell on her face.

Her face was red and bloodless, pale as paper.

He accelerated his pace and carried her to the warm Qiao House.

Indoor and outdoor ice and fire.

When it comes to heating, Ye Jiaqi seems to have recovered blood and feels much more comfortable.

Qiao Sinian did not immediately put her down and carried her to the bedroom.

The bedroom was warmer, so he put her in the quilt, wrapped her quilt, and then washed her hot water bag himself.

He knew that she could not stand the cold in winter and her hands and feet were cold. If she didn't keep warm, something would happen.

Ye Jiaqi held a hot water bag and wrapped in a quilt, and he felt like he was alive.

The confusion in her eyes faded slightly, and replaced by the gradually appearing luster.

His quilt was his breath, and this bed had the deepest memory of her, and that memory was ambiguity.

Her first night was given to him here.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and wrapped it in a quilt.

Qiao Sinian poured her hot water, and he placed the thermos on the cabinet at the bedside.

A crystal lamp was turned on in the bedroom, with bright lights and gentle colors.

He brought her cold medicine again and frowned: "Take the medicine, don't catch a cold."

"I'm fine, I'm not that spoiled." Ye Jiaqi was not willing to eat it.

"Not that stingy? Okay, then go out and stand for another hour!" Qiao Sinian's voice was stern.

Ye Jiaqi was most afraid of his training, which was a habitual fear.

As soon as he scolded her, she liked to look at him, with tears rolling in her big eyes.

Qiao Sinian was still the same, with a grim expression on his face and no expression, but there seemed to be a wound on his neck, a shallow mark, and his face was extremely haggard.

He was tall and she was like a cat in front of him.

Her hands clutched the quilt and shook her head: "Don't go out."

"Take the medicine, don't let me say it for the third time."

Ye Jiaqi was wronged by what he said, so he had to stretch out one hand, take the white pills over and swallow it.
Chapter completed!