Ye Jiaqi had a blank look in his eyes and a sarcastic tone in his tone.

In this world, if Josnian wanted her life, she would not resist.

"Ye Jiaqi, don't provoke me." Josnian looked at her coldly.

Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and rubbed his quilt with his fingers, feeling a great sense of loneliness in his heart.

From beginning to end, she was alone, extremely lonely.

"Go to bed early and let someone take you away tomorrow." Josnian always had a calm attitude, but he was also very tough.

"I won't leave. It's not easy for me to come here. You didn't tell me the truth." Ye Jiaqi was also very stubborn.

"It's up to you. If you don't leave, I won't let you out of Qiao's house. There are two ways, you can choose for yourself."

"Why are you like this?" Ye Jiaqi's eyes widened.

In terms of means, she has never been Josnian's opponent.

"It's not the first day you've met me. I'm like this. I'm so unexpected to you?" Josnian looked like he should take it for granted.

He looked at Ye Jiaqi. Her complexion had not yet recovered, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked at him as if she wanted to eat him.

Ye Jiaqi opened the quilt and was about to jump out of bed. She shook off the hot water bottle in her hand.

Josnian's eyes flashed, and he strode forward, pressed her shoulders hard, and threw her back into bed.

"Give me some peace of mind."

Ye Jiaqi refused and struggled hard.

He pressed her and she pushed him.

However, her strength was no match for him after all, and she was crushed to death by him.

He leaned forward, his whole body pressed against her, and he was panting a little.

"Ye Jiaqi, you are really dishonest. Do you want me to punish you?"

He was close to her, and her body smelled sweet and elegant, fresh and light, mixed with some tobacco smell.

Ye Jiaqi was pressed on the bed by him, his back pressed against the soft sheets, and his hair was messy and spread out.

He was only a few centimeters away from her, his hot breath fell on her face, and her eyes panicked.

"I won't leave." She still said this.

"It's up to you. If you don't leave, you can play with me for a few days at Qiao's house. I'd be happy to."

"Who do you think I am? You can meet me if you want to see me, kick me away if you don't want to see me, go to Chicago to find me when you're bored, and chase me away when you're not bored anymore, right?"

Josnian freed up a hand and patted her face without answering her.

But he didn't get up from her either, pressing her down to prevent her from moving, with a burning light in his eyes.

"Speak." Ye Jiaqi didn't like this silence.

Their eyes met, and she couldn't clearly see the look in his eyes.

"Go take a hot bath. There are clothes at home."

"Some people say that my father is not dead, but if he falls into your hands, I know that his life will be worse than death."

"Ye Jiaqi, are you finished? Huh?"

"You obviously know... I want a family, with relatives at home, and I am very happy... but you never make it easy for me... I know my words have no weight, but will you let me meet my father?"

"Ye Jiaqi, don't challenge my patience again. I'll tell you again, Xiang Hua is dead."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe you."

Ye Jiaqi couldn't control his emotions, almost hysterical.

Josnian frowned, obviously unwilling to pay attention to Ye Jiaqi anymore.

After straightening his clothes, he got up from her and walked out of the bedroom.

His breath was still lingering in the air. Ye Jiaqi's hands gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white.

It was warm in the bedroom, but her heart was cold.
Chapter completed!