Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 67 Run to Josinian's Room
The position she picked was so close to the window that she could see the dead leaves floating on the ground.

The rain hit the ground and the car, and the pedestrians outside ran very fast.

Some people kept running in the rain without umbrellas, while others stood in front of roadside shops sheltering from the rain.

The people in the seafood restaurant also slowly dispersed, becoming more and more deserted.

"Boom", a thunder sounded in the sky.

Ye Jiaqi was so frightened that she quickly put down the cup and covered her ears.

She was afraid of thunder.

My heart skipped a beat, and the frequency was chaotic.

A long, long time ago, as long as there was a thunderstorm, she had an excuse to go into Qiao Sinian's room.

She was really afraid at first, but after sitting in Josinian's room for a while, she was not afraid anymore.

Don't be afraid, she doesn't want to leave either.

Later, she usually occupied Qiao Sinian's bed, and Qiao Sinian could only sit on the sofa for one night.

She slept soundly, sweetly and peacefully, while Josinian's slender body could only be buried on the small sofa.

Although every time she felt apologetic in her heart, the next time there was a thunderstorm, she forgot and ran to Josinian's room habitually.

When she was older, Butler Tang would talk about her in private.

"Miss Ye, men and women can't get married. You're not too young. It's not a problem to always run into Mrs. Qiao's room."

"Miss Ye, you're not married yet. If it spreads out, it won't be good."

"Miss Ye, Master Qiao has a sweetheart. You always do this. What should Master Qiao do?"

She thought that no one knew about her running into Josinian's room...

Hearing what Butler Tang said, she blushed.

After that, she would never run to Josinian's room again.

If there is another thunderstorm, she will be covered with a quilt and shivering alone.

He is not around, and on thunderstorm nights, she will always be restless all night.

This matter was known to Josinian later. When there was another thunderstorm, she no longer ran to his room, but he would go to her bedroom.

Butler Tang dared to say that Qiao Sinian was not, so he had to shut up.

She remembered that he entered her room and habitually sat on the sofa.

She hugged the quilt tightly: "Master Qiao, if you are like this, you can't tell."

"Why do you have to say it clearly?"

"That...others will think we have a leg."

"Is there anything wrong with what they said?"

"No... this is not a question of whether there is a problem, this..." Ye Jiaqi choked.

Ye Jiaqi always felt that Qiao Sinian's thinking was different from hers.

Of course, if it was like her, Master Qiao would not be Master Qiao anymore.

Is she too stupid, or is Josanna too smart? !

Covering his ears, the thunder in his ears was reduced.

When he looked up again, another flash of lightning flashed across the pitch-black sky.

Ye Jiaqi was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes and covered her ears.

rumbling...

Rolling thunder continued to sound.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of "crashing" can be heard at her position, and the ground is full of rainwater.

On such a rainy night, how could she think of Josinian again.

Is the habit too deep, or the obsession is not gone.

It took her three years to forget him, but he spent 12 years imprinting his habits on her body.

The rain won't stop for a while.

Ye Jiaqi simply poured himself some wine and peeled the shrimp while drinking.

The prawns were so spicy that she burst into tears.

"wedding day?"

Ye Jiaqi was peeling a shrimp seriously when he heard the sound and was startled.

Turning his head, he saw a young man standing by the table.

She wiped her eyes to see clearly.

"Senior Chu?"

"It's me, you still recognize me." Chu He nodded.

Ye Jiaqi looked at the oil stains on his hands and smiled awkwardly: "Long time no see."

"Alone?" Chu He smiled gently.

"My friend is leaving in a hurry, so, alone."

"Do you mind if I sit down?"

　(Is it a habit too deep, or an obsession that hasn't gone away...)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)