Italy.
It seems that the two of them are getting better and better, except that Tang Yiting turns the window to enter Ye Xiaoai's room almost every day, everything is fine.
It was night, Ye Xiaoai slept deep in Tang Yiting's arms, and the cold outside the window could not stop the tiredness and tenderness in the house.
Tang Yiting moved lightly, Ye Xiaoai in his arms woke up in a daze, and subconsciously rubbed against him.
"Tang Yiting?"
Ye Xiaoai whispered softly, and Tang Yiting immediately looked down.
"Woke up?"
Ye Xiaoai opened her eyes and raised her head to look at Tang Yiting, who was already dressed, feeling a little bit sad.
"Are you leaving again?" Ye Xiao's words were a bit bitter, "I feel like we are stealing/love."
Tang Yiting released Ye Xiaoai and covered her with a quilt.
"I am leaving."
Tang Yiting touched Ye Xiaoai's face and prepared to leave.
Ye Xiaoai immediately got up, hugged Tang Yiting's hand, and looked at him reluctantly.
"what's happenin?"
Tang Yiting smiled low and pulled Ye Xiaoai into his arms, rubbing Ye Xiaoai's soft hair with his hard jaw.
Ye Xiaoai pursed her mouth, and it took a long time to raise her head.
"Are you not willing to let me go?"
Tang Yiting continued to ask, but Ye Xiaoai nodded.
Tang Yiting did not hesitate, took off his suit jacket, and lay back under the quilt with Ye Xiaoai.
Ye Xiaoai immediately retracted into Tang Yiting's arms and hugged him tightly.
With Tang Yiting by his side, Ye Xiaoai fell asleep for a while, completely unresponsive.
The next day, the first ray of sunlight poured into the pink-white room, and the two people on the bed slowly woke up.
Ye Xiaoai woke up first, and the man next to her moved a bit before slowly opening her eyes.
"Ye Xiaoai."
Tang Yiting subconsciously hugged Ye Xiaoai and kissed Ye Xiaoai's profile with thin lips.
Ye Xiaoai opened her eyes, looked at Tang Yiting's handsome face, and smiled lightly.
Such Tang Yiting is as quiet as a child, where there is usual violence.
Thinking about it, Ye Xiao raised his hand lovingly and gently touched Tang Yiting's brow.
"Have you seen enough?"
Before Ye Xiaoai had time to withdraw his hand, Tang Yiting suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth to bite Ye Xiaoai's white fingers.
Ye Xiaoai blushed, "Tang Yiting."
Tang Yiting turned over and placed Ye Xiaoai under him, curling her lips evilly, "Ye Xiaoai, how can I get out?"
Ye Xiaoai was taken aback, annoyed by her behavior last night.
Yes, the Ye family is full of people now, how can he get out
Ye Xiaoai pushed Tang Yiting away, put on a nightgown and got up and opened the window.
Sure enough, people come and go below, and Tang Yiting will definitely be seen if he goes down.
When Ye Xiaoai was helpless, Tang Yiting hugged Ye Xiaoai's waist from behind and leaned his head on his shoulder.
"Ye Xiaoai, let's get married." Tang Yiting said in a low voice, "I'm fed up with this kind of life."
Ye Xiaoai pursed her mouth, "Dad—"
"I'll talk to him." Tang Yiting frowned, and a knock on the door was heard as soon as his voice fell.
Ye Xiaoai stiffened and looked at Tang Yiting, "Could it be Dad?"
Tang Yiting turned around, without the slightest panic, and calmly opened the door.
Ye Xiaoai didn't have time to stop, she watched Ye Zhen look at Tang Yiting who appeared in her room in surprise.
Ye Xiaoai covered her face, walked slowly to Ye Zhen, lowered her head and said, "Dad."
"Xiao Ai, this... Why is Tang Yiting here?" Ye Zhen couldn't believe looking at Tang Yiting, and finally fell on Tang Yiting's pajamas.