Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 2647 She knows, that's called liking
Josnian combed people's hair very skillfully, so skillfully that he was a little surprised himself.

"Okay, see if you're satisfied." Josnian pulled her to the mirror.

Ye Jiaqi, who was neatly dressed, was refreshed, his face was rosy, his eyelashes were curved, and his eyes were full of energy.

Josnian tied a double ponytail for her.

Ye Jiaqi stared at herself in the mirror. For a moment, her eyes were full of surprise, as if she saw herself at the age of sixteen or seventeen.

At that time, she liked to wear double ponytails. She looked very cute, lovely, and sweet. In other words, she was very lovable.

People like... Who likes it.

Time hasn't left much marks on her face, except that the baby fat has faded from her face, her eyes are not as bright as before, and her smile is not as bright as before, nothing else seems to have changed.

When her eyes are hazy, she always feels as if she has returned to the past time.

Sixteen or seventeen years old, at the age of youth and ignorance, the buds of lovesickness are just beginning to break out of their shells.

At that time, I began to pay attention to my own words and deeds, began to behave, spoke softly, and began to pay attention to clothing.

The most common manifestations of adolescent girls, she has.

She has bought a lot of cheap little jewelry and learned a lot of beautiful hairstyles, all of which are for her to look beautiful every day.

Because every morning, she can have breakfast at the same table with him, and he will also say a few words to her, asking about her study or sleeping situation.

Even if his peripheral vision fell on her, she would be very excited, her heart would beat violently, her speech would speed up, and her words would not convey the meaning.

She knows, that's called liking.

The purest love, without any impurities.

But now, seeing herself in the mirror again, she stretched out her hand, trying to remove his ponytail.

Josnian frowned and pressed her hand: "You don't like it?"

"Ah."

"I think it's fine, it suits you."

He was also on a whim, and suddenly tied her into such a double ponytail, because last night, he dreamed of her like this.

Because of insomnia, anxiety, stress, and emotions, he didn't know how to dream, and he dreamed almost every night during this period.

Last night he dreamed of that little girl again, the little girl who looked very similar to her.

The little girl was still about sixteen or seventeen years old, lively and cute, not like Ye Jiaqi's personality.

In the dream, he and the girl were sitting at a table having breakfast, facing each other.

He cut a piece of bread for her, smeared blueberry jam on it, and handed it to her: "Eat more, you will be stressed when you are promoted."

The girl nodded frequently, eating the bread he handed over, and looking at him from the corner of her eye from time to time.

As soon as he raised his head, she immediately looked away, pretending not to care.

"Your hairpin today is too eye-catching, you are not allowed to wear it tomorrow." He looked at the girl lightly, looking at the star hairpin on her head.

She really touched her head aggrievedly: "Isn't it good-looking?"

"It's not pretty." He dropped three words indifferently.

"Anthracene, it doesn't look good." There was great disappointment in her tone and face.

After a while, she cautiously and tentatively asked again: "Then...does my skirt look good today?"

He raised his head, glanced at it, and frowned deeply: "From now on, you are not allowed to wear such colorful dresses. If you can wear school uniforms, try to wear school uniforms. Students must look like students."

(End of this chapter)