The leaves fall and wrapped in blankets, sleep all the way from City G to City A.

After the plane landed, Song Jiqing patted Ye Luo's cheek, "Luo Luo, we're here."

"..." Ye Luo did not respond.

Song Jiqing frowned and pinched the soft and flesh on Ye Luo's face, "Lapie, we're here."

"...Well." Ye Luo woke up slowly and saw that the passengers were preparing to get off the plane. Then he realized, "Have we arrived in City A?"

"Yes." Song Jiqing took off the blanket from Ye Luo's body and said, "Let's go."

Song Jiqing took the car and took Ye Luo back to his apartment.

Ye Luo looked outside, didn't get off the car immediately, turned around and looked at Song Jiqing leisurely with his chin on his back, "Shouldn't you send me back?"

"Go to my house to have a rest first." Song Jiqing paused and said, "I have something to give to you."

Ye Luo tilted his head, "Okay."

After going upstairs, Song Jiqing opened the suitcase, took out the big bags and handed them to Ye Luo.

Ye Luo was puzzled by ten thousand times, "So many? What?"

"Supplement." Song Jiqing imitated Ye Luo's tone downstairs in her house just now, "My mother prepared it for you."

"..." Ye Luo's lips twitched violently, and after a while, he said, "We all have a good mother."

Song Jiqing smiled, "I'll sort out my things. If you're sleepy, go to the room and sleep for a while."

"Okay." Ye Luo yawned and walked towards the room while taking off his coat.

She is familiar with Song Jiqing's apartment, so she has nothing to get used to.

Song Jiqing sorted out his things, and finally took the changed clothes back to the room, intending to put them back in the wardrobe.

Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I saw Ye Luo wearing his shirt, standing in front of the mirror to sort out his head.

His shirt is customized, just fitting his figure. It looks a little loose and lazy when worn on Ye Luo, but meticulously outlines Ye Luo's delicate figure. The slender and straight legs under the hem of the clothes are inexplicably seductive.

Song Jiqing's Adam's apple moved quietly.

Ye Luo saw Song Jiqing come back and said, "I don't have pajamas for you, so I'll lend you your clothes to wear."

"Um."

Even if it was just a simple syllable, Song Jiqing's voice became a little dull.

Obviously, he is no longer suitable to live in the same room with Ye Luo.

However, he didn't want to go out either.

The leaves fell through the mirror and saw Song Jiqing's abnormality clearly.

She thought of something, smiled, turned around and walked to Song Jiqing, looking at him with a simple and innocent look, "Are you here to put your clothes?"

"..." Song Jiqing looked at Ye Luo deeply without saying anything.

Ye Luo pretended to be puzzled and poked Song Jiqing's chest no matter how hard it was. Before she could say anything, Song Jiqing grabbed her wrist. The next second, the person suddenly fell into Song Jiqing's arms.

A breath of barbaric aggression firmly surrounded her whole body.

It's over - Ye Luo finally realized - she has pulled the tiger's beard.

Song Jiqing's eyes became thick and deep, staring at Ye Luo, "Luoluo, did you do it on purpose?"

"I……"

Ye Luo is very entangled.

Did she admit it or lie?

Song Jiqing was not a patient person. Before Ye Luo could come up with an answer, he bit her earlobe, "It's as you wish."

Before Ye Luo could react to Song Jiqing's meaning, she had already been taken to the bed by Song Jiqing, and the dense kisses instantly covered her lips.

The shirt I just wore was peeled off gently and domineeringly by its owner.

The leaves were kneaded into a pool of water, thinking in a daze that I wouldn't have worn them if I had known.

Anyway...it's a waste of time to wear it.

...

It was already noon when it ended.

Ye Luo rarely fell asleep afterwards, leaning in Song Jiqing's arms, looking thoughtful.

After a moment, she raised her head and said in Song Jiqing's ear, "Actually, I just think so."

A mindless sentence, Song Jiqing didn't react at all and looked at her: "What?"

Ye Luo patiently repeated, "I said, I just feel that way! Have you forgotten what you said this morning?"

Song Jiqing suddenly remembered that the flight attendant who brought him a blanket on the plane early this morning said that it would be very happy to be his girlfriend.

And he said he hoped his girlfriend would feel the same way.

He thought Ye Luo was asleep and he should have heard nothing.

Unexpectedly, she listened to all the conversation between him and the flight attendant.

However, at this time, it seems that it is not suitable for chatting seriously.

Song Jiqing smiled, and his warm breath ironed Ye Luo's fair and slender neck, his voice was low and tempting, "When did you feel happy, now?"

If Ye Luo nodded, she would not know where the next conversation between her and Song Jiqing would go.

Ye Luo shook his head and corrected seriously: "It's any time you are with you."

“…”

Song Jiqing admitted that his whole heart was stirred by Ye Luo's words.

A girl says such words to a man must be due to complete trust.

Song Jiqing's heart moved and couldn't help but kiss Ye Luo's lips again.

Ye Luo felt the familiar breath coming to his face again, and immediately realized what Song Jiqing was going to do, and laughed reminded him, "Doctor Song, you will be late for work."

"It doesn't matter." Song Jiqing said something, "It's more important to make you happy."

“…”

Ye Luo couldn't laugh or cry.

Only Song Jiqing can come up with such a high-sounding excuse, right?

What makes her happy? He obviously wants to be a hooligan!

After the end, Ye Luo lay on Song Jiqing's chest and gasped quietly.

Song Jiqing hugged Ye Luo leisurely and wrapped her fingers around her long play.

Ye Luo poked Song Jiqing's chest and reminded: "If you don't get up again, you will be really late."

Song Jiqingwan looked indifferent, "Then be late."

"..." Ye Luo was speechless for a moment, remembering the question he suddenly remembered before going to bed last night, turned over and fell off Song Jiqing, and lay beside him, "Since you have already broken your jar, I'll ask you a question."

Song Jiqing was still playing with Ye Luo's head, "What's the problem?"

It is still difficult to uncover your own scars in person.

Ye Luo worked on psychological construction for a while before speaking: "You...have you told your parents about my physical condition?"

Because of her physical condition, Ye Luo's induction surgery four years ago made her lose the opportunity to be a mother.

She saw a lot of doctors.

Experts, professors, Chinese medicine, famous and unknown people have all seen them. Each doctor gave the same answer: her chance of becoming a mother is very slim.

Although Ye’s mother never said that, Ye Luo always knew that her mother was worried that she would meet someone she liked in the future, and this problem would become an obstacle for her and her beloved to enter the wedding hall.

No family can easily accept a woman who is infertile, unless... the man is married for a second marriage and has had a child with his ex.

Of course, Mother Ye didn't want her daughter to be a stepmother for others.

Therefore, during the years when Ye Luo was abroad, his mother always reminded him to study hard, work hard, be independent in personality, economically and constantly make himself very strong.

All of this is to make the leaves fall to the age when they should get married and not be defeated by reality.

Ye Luo has always done it according to his mother's words.

She did it. Now, she is independent in all aspects and is mentally strong.

But she did not tell her mother that during the years abroad, she was not worried that she would be disliked in the future because she could not fall in love with others at all and did not intend to marry others.

She is ready to live alone for the rest of her life.

However, fate made her and Song Jiqing reunite.

The dead heart seemed to be pulled to spring. I tasted the dew of the early morning spring, woke up again and began to throbbed again.

Ye Luoxing, I don’t know when it will start, but she knows the problem with her and cares so much.
To be continued...