Ye Jiaqi's eyes were blank and his tone was sarcastic.

In this world, if Qiao Sinian wanted her to live, she would not resist.

"Ye Jiaqi, don't provoke me." Qiao Sinian looked at her coldly.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and stroked his quilt with his fingers, feeling a great feeling of loneliness in his heart.

From beginning to end, she was alone, extremely lonely.

"Go to bed early and I'll have someone to send you away tomorrow." Qiao Sinian always had a calm attitude, but was very tough.

"I won't leave, it's not easy for me to come here. You didn't tell me the truth." Ye Jiaqi was also very stubborn.

"It's up to you. If you don't leave, I won't let you out of Qiao's house. You can choose two roads yourself."

"Why are you doing this?" Ye Jiaqi widened his eyes.

In terms of means, she has never been a match for Qiao Sinian.

"It's not your first day that you know me. It's beyond your expectations for me like this?" Qiao Sinian looked as if he should.

He looked at Ye Jiaqi, her face had not recovered yet, and there was red blood in her eyes. He looked at him and wanted to eat him.

Ye Jiaqi lifted the quilt and was about to jump out of the bed. She shook off the hot water bag in her hand.

Qiao Sinian's eyes sterned, and she strode forward, pressed her shoulder hard, and threw her back into bed.

"Give me some peace."

Ye Jiaqi refused and struggled hard.

He pressed her and she pushed him.

However, her strength was no match for him after all, and she was suppressed by him.

He leaned over, his whole body pressing against her, breathing a little.

"Ye Jiaqi, are you really not honest and insist on me treating you?"

He approached her, and his body was filled with a sweet and elegant atmosphere, fresh and calm, mixed with some tobacco smell.

Ye Jiaqi was pressed on the bed by him, with his back against the soft sheets, and his hair was messy and loose.

He was only a few centimeters away from her, and his hot breath fell on her face, and her eyes were panicked.

"I won't leave." She said the same thing.

"It's up to you. If you don't leave, I'll be happy to play with me in Qiao's house for a few days."

"Who do you think of me? You can see me when you want to see me, kick me away if you don't want to see me, and you can go to Chicago to find me when you are bored, and you can drive me away if you are not bored, right?"

Qiao Sinian freed up a hand and patted her in the face without answering her.

But he didn't get up from her, pressing her against her from moving, and there was a burning light in his eyes.

"You talk." Ye Jiaqi didn't like such silence.

With eyes facing each other, she couldn't see the look in his eyes.

"Go and have clothes at home."

"Some people say that my dad is not dead, but it falls into your hands. I know that he will definitely be worse than death."

"Ye Jiaqi, is it over? Huh?"

"You know clearly... I want a home, I have relatives at home, I'm very happy... But you never let me live... I know I don't have much weight in speaking, but can you let me see my dad?"

"Ye Jiaqi, stop provoking my patience. I will tell you again, Xianghua is dead."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe you."

Ye Jiaqi's emotions were a little uncontrollable and almost hysterical.

Qiao Sinian frowned. He was obviously unwilling to pay attention to Ye Jiaqi again.

After finishing his clothes, he got up from her and walked out of the bedroom.

His breath remained in the air. Ye Jiaqi's hands clasped on the bed sheets tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

The bedroom was very warm, but her heart was cold.
Chapter completed!