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Ye Haocang noticed that her body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes were soft and dark, staring at the back of her head, and his warm hand wrapped her tighter.

"Not used to me hugging you?"

The light eyelashes trembled slightly, she was not used to it, but she knew that she couldn't say it clearly, "It's a little ...... to be held like this." Not very comfortable. ”

"Slowly you get used to it."

Ye Hao's voice is cool and magnetic.

Qingyin knew that people like them, except for her to adapt to them, could care about her feelings.

Hold it, just hold it, it's not once or twice, maybe she can really get used to nature.

The light voice moved slightly, and nodded.

She didn't feel sleepy either, and her whole mind was chaotic.

Five days later, I will go to New York at night.

She didn't know when Ye Haocang would tell her about it, but she wanted to let him go within five days.

Qingyin moved her thoughts, the more she thought about it, the more groggy her head became, I don't know if she was tired, she wasn't sleepy at all, but she was very dizzy.

This feeling lasted for a long time, and she still had a shallow consciousness in her head.

Ye Haocang listened to her steady breathing, soothing and long, thinking that she was asleep.

He let go of her with a gentle movement, and reached under the pillow with his hand, groping for a while.

When he took out his mobile phone, he opened his eyes faintly.

Ye Haocang was looking through her phone, and even if she didn't look back, she guessed that he wanted to see the contents of her phone.

He must have been on the monitor and saw the scene of her chatting on her phone.

Qingyin's lips pursed, and her eyes were gloomy, and a deep chill crossed it.

Unfortunately, she deleted everything.

Even the traces were washed clean.

She wouldn't leave a handle on Ye Hao, he didn't believe her, and she would be wary of him as well.

Ye Haocang slid the phone for a while, but didn't find a problem, he stuffed the phone back into its place, his eyes flowing with complexity.

Qingyin waited for a while, but she didn't see Ye Haocang lying back on the bed, and after a while, there was a trembling sound behind her.

The man got out of bed, opened the bedside table, took something, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the distance.

He opened the window, and the cold air immediately poured into the room, and from her direction, he could see Ye Mi Cang walking out, closing the floor-to-ceiling window.

He stood on the balcony with his arms folded lightly on his sides, the sea breeze blowing his clothes and hair, adding to a messy and lazy beauty.

He looked in the direction of the sea, exuding a cool breath all over his body.

Qingyin held her breath slightly, and tightened the thin quilt on her body.

Ye Mao Cang lit a cigarette, the blue flame of the windproof light machine, dancing in the black night, the thin cigarette smoke, emitting red sparks.

Every time a man takes a puff, the spark will be extraordinarily bright.

Qingyin has never seen Ye Mao Cang smoking, and she is actually a little sexy.

Perhaps every man will have a unique charm when he smokes, but when he smokes at night, he simply swallows the smoke, which is particularly charming.

She suddenly wanted to try, like him, lazy and spitting smoke, and I heard that when men were upset, they would light a cigarette.

I don't know what I'm worried about......

Qingyin was thinking about it when she suddenly felt a sharp gaze that pierced through the darkness and stared into her eyes.

Ye Mao Cang held the cigarette between his fingers, the white smoke swirled around him, he was originally facing the sea, but at some point, he had turned to her side.

The cold moonlight shrouded his tall and tall figure, casting his shadow on the ground and stretching it long.

His angular face was blocked by shadows, and he couldn't see his expression in the light voice, but he saw his extremely penetrating and extremely cold eyes.

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