When Qiao Sinian rushed over, Ye Jiaqi was already so cold that he curled up in a ball, squatting on the ground, hugging his knees, and burying his head deep in his knees. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

Still, she shivered with cold.

Outside, there was an unstoppable wind chill and drifting fog.

She was like a homeless kitten, curled up on the edge of the barren grass.

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

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

His clothes carried his body temperature and breath, Ye Jiaqi was much warmer, and shrunk into his clothes.

Her cold hands hooked Josnian's neck like a straw, refusing to let go.

"Cold, so cold......"

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

"Well deserved."

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

"I can't die."

Ye Jiaqi cried angrily, she moved twice in his arms, very protesting.

Why can't you die, such a winter...... can obviously freeze people to death, but she is not Xiaoqiang.

Josnian's coat was wrapped around her, and he wore only a thin sweater and waistcoat to weave through the wind.

It's really cold.

"How long have you been standing outside?" He questioned in a cold voice, his voice cold.

"An hour? I can't remember, I can't remember ......"

"Crazy!"

"You—didn't you say...... I can't die......" Ye Jiaqi retorted weakly, like a gossamer.

Joss was so angry that he looked down and his eyes fell on her face.

Her face was red from the cold, bloodless, and pale as paper.

He quickened his pace and carried her to the warm Qiao house.

Indoor and outdoor ice and fire.

Exposed to the heating, Ye Jiaqi was like recovering blood, and his body was much more comfortable.

Josnian didn't immediately put her down and carried her to the bedroom.

It was warmer in the bedroom, so he put her under the covers, wrapped her in the quilt, and flushed the hot water bottle himself.

He knew that she couldn't endure the cold in winter, her hands and feet were cold, and if she didn't keep warm properly, something would happen.

Ye Jiaqi hugged the hot water bottle and wrapped the quilt, and the whole person seemed to be alive.

The blankness in her eyes faded slightly, replaced by a gradual glow.

On his quilt is his breath, and on this bed, there is her deepest memory, which is ambiguous.

It was here that she gave him her first night.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and wrapped himself in the quilt.

Josnian poured her hot water, and he placed the thermos cup on the bedside cabinet.

There is a crystal lamp in the bedroom, which is brightly lit and the colors are gentle.

He took her cold medicine again, frowning: "Take the medicine, don't catch a cold." ”

"I'm fine, I'm not that squeamish." Ye Jiaqi is not very willing to eat.

"Not so squeamish? Okay, then go out and stand for another hour! Josnian's voice was stern.

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

As soon as he lectured her, she liked to look at him, and there were tears rolling in her big eyes.

Qiao Sinian was still like that, his face was grim, there was no expression, but there seemed to be a wound on his neck, there was a shallow trace, and his face was extremely haggard.

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

She grabbed the quilt with both hands and shook her head: "Don't go out." ”

"Take the medicine, don't make me say it a third time."

Ye Jiaqi was wronged by what he said, so he had to stretch out a hand, take the white pill, and swallow it.

Warm hot water slides through the stomach and warms the body a lot.