The living room was not turned on, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

A thick blanket was laid on the ground, and Ye Jiaqi walked on it without making too loud noises.

Despite this, Qiao Sinian, who was extremely vigilant, woke up.

He saw Ye Jiaqi's back, his voice was hoarse and his eyes were tired: "Where to go?"

Ye Jiaqi stopped in fear and whispered: "Go to the kitchen...get something to eat."

"Hungry?"

“…”

"I have said so many times, don't be willful, your body is your own."

"I know."

Ye Jiaqi didn't want to argue with him, after all, it was already late at night.

The living room was so quiet that she could hear her breathing.

"What do you want to eat."

"I'll go to the kitchen to see, eat whatever I have, I'm not picky about food."

She knew that there were a lot of delicious food in Qiao's kitchen, and it didn't matter if she called the servants to get up to make them at night, but Ye Jiaqi knew her identity and was not as good as having trouble with the servants.

"What do you want to eat?" He repeated again, raising his voice.

In the darkness, he looked at her in the glimmer of light outside the window.

She stood on the ground wearing a light pink pajamas, her hair was a little messy, scattered on her shoulders, and a light blush on her pink and tender face.

She stood on the ground and looked at him.

"Don't be there, I don't know if there is any in the kitchen." Ye Jiaqi pondered for dozens of seconds.

"It's cold tonight, go back to bed, I'll do it for you." Qiao Sinian said lightly.

Ye Jiaqi was nervous: "No, I can do it myself, I will."

"You cook, can you eat it?"

"I don't choose."

"Go upstairs!"

Ye Jiaqi was yelled by him for no reason, and she squirted her hands and folded them in front of her pajamas.

Qiao Sinian had already sat up from the sofa.

He was wearing a black lace-up nightgown, and a notebook was placed next to the sofa.

Ye Jiaqi was not polite to him: "Then I'll go upstairs."

"Um."

Jos was old and walked towards the kitchen, and his figure soon disappeared in the living room.

Ye Jiaqi was a little cold, so he hugged his arms tightly and walked towards the bedroom.

Ten minutes later.

Qiao Sinian held a bowl of noodles on the cabinet at the head of her bed.

The noodles are very fragrant, emitting a strong heat, with a layer of green scallion on it, and a poached egg is added.

Ye Jiaqi swallowed his saliva and looked at him with a bright look.

She really wants to eat it.

He handed her the chopsticks: "Hold it."

"Thanks."

Ye Jiaqi held the noodles, very hungry, and his stomach rumbling.

None of them spoke again.

Qiao Sinian didn't leave, sat on the sofa opposite her and looked at her: "What time is the air ticket."

Ye Jiaqi was very hungry: "Will I finish eating?"

Qiao Sinian curled the corners of his lips: "You eat."

Ye Jiaqi, who had not eaten dinner, ate the noodles voraciously. Qiao Sinian's skills are very good and she tastes very delicious.

She didn't care about any image and didn't care about eating.

In the past, I liked to restrain myself, pretend to be elegant, and pretend to be a lady in front of the person I liked. Now I think I am childish.

"Eat slowly." He reminded him, his eyes never leaving her face, and there were traces that could not be seen in his deep eyes.

She was so hungry that she quickly finished a bowl of noodles.

Eat and drink enough, your body is warm and your stomach is full.

She wrapped herself in a quilt and saw that Qiao Sinian had no intention of leaving, she frowned and urged: "It's getting late, it's time for you to go back to bed. Staying up late is not good for women, and so is men. No one likes them when they are old."

“What time is the air ticket.”
Chapter completed!