When Josnian rushed over, Ye Jiaqi had curled up into a ball from the cold, squatted on the ground, hugged his knees, and buried his head deeply in his knees.

Despite this, she was still shivering from the cold.

There is an unstoppable wind and cold outside, and there is also drifting fog.

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

The Rolls-Royce stopped, Josnian opened the door 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 felt much warmer and shrank into his clothes.

Her cold hands hooked Josnian's neck like a straw and refused to let go.

"Cold, so cold..."

Her lips were black and blue from the cold, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Deserved it."

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

"Can't die."

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

Why can't she die? In this winter...it can obviously freeze to death, but she is not Xiaoqiang.

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

It's really cold.

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

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

"crazy!"

"You, you said... you can't die..." Ye Jiaqi retorted weakly, as angry as a thread.

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

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

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

Indoor and outdoor, there are two worlds of ice and fire.

After being exposed to the heating, Ye Jiaqi felt as if his blood had returned and his body felt much better.

Josnian did not put her down immediately and carried her to the bedroom.

It was warmer in the bedroom, so he put her in the bed, wrapped her in the quilt, and brought her a hot water bottle himself.

He knew that she couldn't stand the cold in winter and 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, and his whole body seemed to be alive.

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

There is his breath on his quilt, and this bed holds her most profound memory, which is filled with ambiguity.

It was here that she gave him her first night.

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

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

A crystal lamp was turned on in the bedroom, the light was bright and the color was soft.

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

"I'm fine, I'm not that squeamish." Ye Jiaqi was reluctant 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. It was a habitual fear.

When he lectured her, she liked to look at him, with tears welling up in her big eyes.

Josnian was still the same, his face was stern and expressionless, except that there seemed to be a wound on his neck, with a shallow mark on it, and his face was extremely haggard.

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

She grasped the quilt tightly with both hands and shook her head: "I won't go out."

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

Ye Jiaqi felt aggrieved by what he said, so he had to stretch out a hand, take the white pills, and swallow them.
Chapter completed!