Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1149 I'm going to die of cold...

When Josnian rushed over, Ye Jiaqi was already curled up in the cold, squatting on the ground, hugging his knees, and buried his head deeply in them.

Still, she shivered with cold.

It was an unstoppable wind and cold outside, and there was drifting fog.

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

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

He took off the coat on his body, wrapped her tightly in the clothes, and walked home with her in his arms.

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

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

"Cold, so cold..."

Her lips were black and blue with cold, and she could not utter a complete sentence.

"Deserving it."

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

"Can't die."

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

Why can't she die? In this kind of winter... She is not Xiaoqiang who can freeze to death.

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

It is indeed cold.

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

"One hour? Remember, can't remember..."

"crazy!"

"You, didn't you say...you can't die..." Ye Jiaqi retorted weakly, his anger was like a thread.

Josnian was so angry that he had no choice but to lower his head, his eyes falling on her face.

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

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

Indoor and outdoor ice and fire.

When Ye Jiaqi came into contact with the heating, it was as if his blood had recovered, and he felt much more comfortable.

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

It was warmer in the bedroom, he put her under the quilt, wrapped her in the quilt, and made a hot water bottle himself.

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

Ye Jiaqi was holding a hot water bottle and wrapped in a quilt, as if he was alive.

The bewilderment in her eyes faded slightly, replaced by a gradually appearing luster.

His quilt is his breath, and this bed has the deepest memory that belongs to her, and that memory is ambiguous.

Her first night was given to him here.

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

Josnian poured hot water for her, and he put the thermos on the bedside cabinet.

A crystal lamp is turned on in the bedroom, the light is bright and the color is gentle.

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

"I'm fine, I'm not that delicate." Ye Jiaqi was reluctant to eat.

"Not so delicate? Okay, then go out and stand for another hour!" Josnian said sternly.

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

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

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

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

She clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, shaking 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 reached out with one hand, took the white pill, and swallowed it.

The warm water slides over the stomach, making the body much warmer.

(End of this chapter)