Xia Chunyu held her with a wry smile. The person who made him think day and night and hold his stomach was in his arms at this moment. He could smell her faint scent and feel her soft body. He missed her so much that he even had a heart ache.
" Chunyu, why didn't you write a letter? I was worried to death." Ye Jiayao said with a sour nose, her voice had a strong nasal sound.
Chunyu's arms tightened tightly, her chin resting on her neck socket, and he said in a low voice, " I can't write. I've been in the mountains all the time."
" Then you should send a letter first when you come back. I asked everyone and they all said they didn't know. This feeling was really bad." Ye Jiayao murmured and felt extremely wronged.
Chunyu said, " I was afraid the letter hasn't arrived earlier than me yet."
Ye Jiayao let him go, gave him a thump, and shyly said, " I hate you. Go and take a bath!"
