But it became more ferocious and horrified...

...

In the bathroom, Jing Qingge has already taken a shower.

Because what Uncle Xiao said before returning to the room, she specially wore a very conservative pajamas and trousers, wrapped herself tightly, and even the first button on the collar was tightened and her hair was blown dry, so that he would not be able to control himself by taking advantage of the time of blowing his hair.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her white and tender little face was pink, and her long hair was as soft as a waterfall. Even she herself felt very cute, so she exclaimed with extraordinary narcissism.

"Sure enough, it's hard to give up on one's own beauty..."

Then she opened the door and went out, leaning on a beautiful crutch. Ji Yicheng took her to the bathroom and brought it to her. Now she is very skilled in using crutches.

Push the door open.

Jing Qingge didn't see Ji Yicheng on the bed, and his eyebrows were inexplicably beaten and he hurriedly shouted, "Ji Yicheng?"

...

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a gust of night breeze blew in, tilting the long curtains hanging on both sides, and the falling tassels swayed gently.

Through a transparent glass door, I vaguely saw the shadow on the balcony outside the window, half-discovered and half-disappeared in the cool white moonlight.

Suddenly, Jing Qingge's heart thumped even more. He didn't care about too much and hurriedly walked over with a crutch.

"Ji Yicheng, what are you doing outside?" She had already walked outside the balcony and looked at the back of the man standing against the railing, and her whole body was filled with a cool and dark color, as if she was about to be swallowed by the darkness. She unconsciously held her hand tight.

"Welcome the moon!" Ji Yicheng turned his eyes, his dark eyes flashed, which were even brighter than the night pearl rising from the sea. His bright red lips curled up frivolously, and his smile made the peach blossoms look so charming.

"Hu..." Jing Qingge couldn't help but tremble, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her five fingers were also opened, and she felt in her heart that she was really nervous and thought Ji Yicheng had become tense again.

...

Ji Yicheng gently hugged Jing Qingge's body, and his whole body exuded the faint fragrance that had just been taken, which smelled so good.

"Is it cold?" He hugged her tightly in his arms with even more cherishment, took off his coat and put it on her, and his warm body temperature was conveyed between his chests that were close to each other.

Jing Qingge raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"It was a little bit just now, but now you are holding me, so it's not cold anymore."

Ji Yicheng raised his lips and smile spread from the corner of his mouth to the bottom of his eyes.

"Don't tell me that you've been watching the moon outside?" Jing Qingge said again, looking up at the night scene. There was no starry decorative, only a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

A hazy aperture spread faintly around it, as if something was blocked, and it was dyed with a little coolness of autumn.

Ji Yicheng paused slightly and smiled, "Can you not let this young master learn to be pretentious about the ancients?"

Jing Qingge's face was a little darker. She had just seen it. When he turned around, he put the cell phone in his hand into his trouser pocket without any trace.

Has anyone called?

Or, he didn't want her to know?

Jing Qingge was a little confused and a little sour and a little lost. Suddenly, the bridge of his nose was warm for a moment. He drew lightly on the tip of her nose with a doting heart, "What expression do you give me?"

Jing Qingge slapped his eyes slightly, slid away the dullness in his eyes, and raised his chin to smile.

"It's true, then you've rewarded Sister Yue so well, do you have any feelings to talk about, similar to 'People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing'."
Chapter completed!