Zhao Siqing held back the words that came to his mouth, and turned around with a red face.

Shameless!

Asked her to take that kind of thing.

He must have done it on purpose, he must have done it on purpose!

After Zhao Siqing opened his box, he saw that the box was neat and tidy, and it was divided into categories, and even the colors were distinguished.

She easily found a pair of navy blue panties, closed her eyes and took a deep breath before pretending to be calm and picked them up and walked to the bathroom door.

There was a knock on the door, and there was only a sound of water inside.

"Huo Jingchen, do you still want it?" Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes slightly, and her voice was a little nervous.

After a few seconds, the sound of water stopped, and Huo Jingchen opened the door a little crack.

His eyelashes and hair were stained with water, and through the crack in the door, he could see his sturdy body, white and powerful.

Zhao Siqing glanced at it inadvertently, and blushed unhappily.

She reached out and handed him his things, and told him in a serious manner, "Don't lose them next time." ”

Huo Jingchen chuckled lightly, looking at her small appearance, his eyes darkened a little.

He tugged at his red lips and said slowly, "Bring me the pajamas too." ”

"You!" Zhao Siqing was angry and stared at him with beautiful eyes: "Did you do it on purpose!" ”

"yes." Huo Jingchen closed the door, and a lazy and unflattened voice came from inside.

Zhao Siqing's teeth itched with hatred, turned around and took out another set of his dark blue pajamas, and stuffed it for him through the crack in the door.

Huo Jingchen looked at the little hand that broke in and squinted.

He took the garment and tossed it aside, grabbing the snow-white wrist she had reached into.

There was a sudden tightness on his wrist, and Zhao Siqing's heart tightened a little.

Before she could speak, she felt his warm fingertips fall on the palm of her hand, as if to write something else.

Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes lightly, and his attention involuntarily focused on his palm.

He writes very slowly, and there are a lot of gestures in the first word.

But because it is very commonly used, Zhao Siqing quickly realized that it was the word 'I'.

Her throat tightened a little, and she tried to pull her hand back, but he held it so tightly that if she tried harder, she would fall in front of the door.

The second word is relatively simple, it is a 'of' word.

The two words together are 'mine', and after realizing what he wrote, Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled: "Why are you so domineering." ”

"It's stamped, don't try to escape." Huo Jingchen spoke in a low voice, with a bit of pleasure in his voice.

Seeing him let go of himself, Zhao Siqing hurriedly withdrew his hand, turned around and fled back to the bedroom.

Shameless.

The dignified Huo family is young, how can he be such a person.

After Zhao Siqing closed the bedroom door, he climbed into bed and lay on the outside of Xiaodouding wrapped in the quilt in case he would fall out of bed.

But after tossing and turning for a while, she never fell asleep.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or what, my palms are hot.

Zhao Siqing pulled her hand out of the quilt and looked at it carefully through the bedside lamp, she always felt like a TV series, she seemed to be able to see two big glowing words 'mine' on her hand!

I got up and dragged a wet towel to wipe it for a while, but my palms became hotter.

Zhao Siqing fell on the bed and looked at the ceiling, a little irritable.

She always seems to be soft-hearted and tolerant of him more than others, what the hell is going on.

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After Huo Jingchen came out of the shower, the living room was empty.

The light on the coffee table was still on, and a warm yellow halo was scattered, enveloping his quilt, which looked very warm.