This kiss lasted for a long time. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

After enough kisses, he let go of her, pressing his hands on her shoulders and not letting her move.

Ye Jiaqi raised his head, his eyes were red, and he scolded in a low voice: "Death does not change." ”

Joss Year: ""

After speaking, Ye Jiaqi shook off his hand and walked back to the bedroom on the carpet.

With a bang, the door shut.

Ye Jiaqi sat on the bed a little angrily, she hugged her knees, sat on the soft blanket, and her eyes were flickering and shining.

There was a white wall in front of her, and she looked at the wall with a wandering gaze, silent.

His lips are full of his breath, and the agarwood fragrance is mixed with the smell of tobacco.

Ye Jia was sweating all over, and when he kissed her, her heartbeat would still speed up.

The more I think about it, the more I think about it, the more messy it becomes.

Ye Jiaqi simply didn't want to think about it, took off his sweater, and covered the quilt.

Joss didn't go anywhere, standing on the balcony and smoking.

The smoke drifted away with the wind and drifted into the rain.

When he arrived in Chicago, he didn't smoke much anymore, occasionally smoking a few cigarettes in hotels.

But when he was in the capital, he was really drunk.

He washed the bowl that Ye Jiaqi threw in the sink, and went to see Xiao Yan twice.

This kind of thing that usually seems boring and boring is also very easy to do now, and even quite interesting.

Before, he was really busy.

Ye Jiaqi took a nap, and he also sat on the sofa in the living room for a while.

She ate a piece of the chocolate he gave her, and as for the card, it seemed to be put away by her.

Josnian rubbed his temples, and there was a slightly tired look in his eyes.

In the afternoon, sleepiness hit, and Josnian propped his head and fell asleep.

Such an afternoon is long and peaceful.

One sleeps in the bedroom, the other sleeps in the living room.

They don't bother each other, but they're close at hand.

Qiao Sinian slept peacefully, and so did Ye Jiaqi.

Josnian can't remember how the three years he spent away from the capital, except for the killing and blood, the nicotine and alcohol.

The only light is Qiao Chengfan.

The little one's babbling and smile brought him great comfort.

He had never experienced what it was like to be a father, and it wasn't until he realized that it was a wonderful feeling.

When the little guy crawled and suddenly called him "Daddy", he probably felt that it was all worth it.

In a daze, Qiao Sinian suddenly missed the little guy a little.

The rain was pouring outside, and the house was quiet and silent.

Rare years are quiet.

For the afternoon lecture, Qiao Sinian and Ye Jiaqi went early.

When he came to Chicago, he was really unscrupulous, casually appearing in any public place.

This is not possible at home.

Ye Jiaqi followed him, and she couldn't stop him anyway.

The lecture was held in a lecture hall that could accommodate thousands of people, and Ye Jiaqi picked a back seat and sat side by side with Qiao Sinian.

There are a lot of people, and it is true that no one will notice them.

The lecture was about the Renaissance and the Enlightenment, and Ye Jiaqi listened and took notes.

Joss wasn't much interested, and his only interest was probably sitting next to her.

It was the first time he saw Ye Jiaqi listening to a lecture, he was very serious, occasionally bowing his head to take notes, and occasionally biting the tip of a ballpoint pen.

Her big eyes were covered with a strong thirst for knowledge, scorching and shining, like stars in the sky.

Bright, dazzling, bright.

The long eyelashes move slightly, making them look more and more beautiful.