When Su Qiao was feeling depressed, Ye Jingting picked up a thin blanket from the sofa with his hands somewhat stiffly, stood up and draped it over her.
His voice was a little hoarse: "The weather is cold in the morning and evening, be careful to catch a cold and get sick."
“…” Su Qiao was almost mad to death, glaring at him angrily.
It's like flirting with a blind man.
"You can cook for yourself tonight. I want to sleep."
With a cold snort, Su Qiao stuffed the blanket into his hands, turned around and went back to the room, slamming the door.
Looking at the closed door, Ye Jingting's face, which had been cold and hard, turned red in an instant.
At the same time, the suppressed internal force in the body also released.
Looking closely, beads of sweat were already oozing out of his forehead.
The feeling of discomfort made him look down.
The expression in his eyes flickered, and after a while, he sat down on the sofa stiffly.
After everything calmed down, he went to the kitchen with a stern face again.
Half an hour later, the man, who had regained his composure, knocked on Su Qiao's door.
"It's time to eat."
There was no sound from inside. The man paused and continued to knock on the door regularly: "Eat your meal first and then go to sleep."
"I don't want to eat. I feel uncomfortable." Su Qiao lay on the bed and glared at the door angrily.
Ye Jingting sighed helplessly, opened the door and walked closer to the bed: "What's wrong?"
Su Qiao turned her head and faced him with the back of her head, and said in a muffled voice: "My head hurts, my chest hurts, my stomach hurts, and I feel uncomfortable everywhere."
Humph, this was the first time she wanted to please a man, but she didn't expect to be ignored so completely. It was really embarrassing.
Is she really that unattractive
If 444 were here, he would definitely say: Host, you were spoiled by the big devil in the previous planes, so you are so pretentious.
I thought the man would definitely care about her this time, say a few nice words, or rub her head or something like that.
Unexpectedly, he picked her up with the quilt without saying a word.
Su Qiao hurriedly pushed: "What are you doing?"
"To the hospital."
Ye Jingting looked very serious.
Su Qiao was so angry that he felt a choking sensation in his chest.
"I'm not going."
Ye Jingting frowned slightly: "If you are sick, you should go to the hospital."
"You stupid guy, I said I won't go, so I won't go."
Ye Jingting coaxed with a stern face: "Be obedient."
"I really don't want to go to the hospital. I don't feel any pain anymore." Su Qiao pushed him away and quickly jumped to the ground.
"Are you sure?" Ye Jingting looked at her doubtfully.
"I'm going to eat." Su Qiao got angry when he saw him like this, and turned around and went to the living room.
Ye Jingting looked at her slender but round shoulders and beautiful butterfly bones, and quickly looked away.
He casually picked up a piece of clothing from the bed, walked over and put it on her shoulders: "Put on more clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."
Su Qiao grabbed his collar and glared at him fiercely.
This man is really always talking about things that are not related to the topic. He just felt a little relieved, but now he is getting angry again.
While eating, Ye Jingting put a piece of her favorite meat into her bowl and hesitated for a moment: "Ahem, you're going to be 22 years old soon."
"Yeah." Su Qiao was too lazy to pay attention to him and responded indifferently.
Seeing that she had no reaction, Ye Jingting was a little disappointed: "22 years old, the legal age of the Federation."
"Yeah." Su Qiao was concentrating on eating and acted very indifferent.
Ye Jingting frowned slightly, his eyes darkened, and he said slowly: "There is no rule in the school rules of Emperor Star Academy that students cannot get married."
Su Qiao was confused and looked up: "What do you mean?"
Ye Jingting put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up and stood straight.
He pulled his dark blue military uniform, took a deep breath, and said with a desperate momentum in his brown eyes: "Let's get married."
"?" The meat in Su Qiao's mouth fell onto the table.
Man, what kind of logic is this