When Song Shihai chased him out not long after, Song Canran had just been taken into the hotel by Huo Zizhao.

He thought she would go back first, so he called Gu Xinjie, and he rushed back in a hurry.

When he was talking on the phone, he happened to miss Song Cangran in the hotel door perfectly.

But even if he happened to see it, he probably wouldn't recognize it for a while.

At this time, Song Cangran was held in Huo Zizhao's hands, the man's tall body hugged the petite girl in his arms, and the two kissed fiercely, as if they couldn't leave each other for a moment.

Obsessive and beautiful scene, anyone who sees it will think that they are a young couple in love.

No one can understand the feeling of being in the immersive Song Canran at this moment.

Even she herself was confused.

From the door of the hotel to the room, her mind was a complete mess.

Can't remember what happened at all.

I just feel lightheaded, I can't breathe well, my whole body is weak, my brain is deprived of oxygen, and by the way, the root of my tongue hurts.

Huo Zizhao took her all the way into the bathroom before putting her down, Song Canran didn't make any more trouble, her wet eyes stared, as if she was looking at the figure in front of her in despair.

The line of sight seems to be out of focus.

Huo Zizhao took a deep breath, pulled a dry bath towel, wrapped her head and face in it, and carefully wiped the water on her body for her.

Song Canran still didn't resist, and let him do anything wrong with him, as if he was suddenly pointed.

Huo Zizhao slowly felt that something was wrong, let go of the bath towel, and suddenly saw tears on her face.

After knowing her for so long, he has always seen Song Canran, who has always been sharp-toothed and never admits defeat, and this is the first time he has seen her cry.

She cried silently, and every tear seemed to flow into his heart, making his heart moisten.

"What's wrong?"

His tone was imperceptibly soft, relaxed, as if a heavier voice would frighten her.

"Okay, I was wrong, don't cry anymore."

"I'll let you bite again, whatever you want, as long as you don't cry."

"Did something happen?"

"Who bullied you?"

Song Canran didn't respond, just crying so silently, Huo Zizhao pushed his eyebrows, feeling helpless for the first time.

"Hey, if you cry again, I'm going to kiss you."

When Song Canran heard this threat, she didn't want to cry, but tears suddenly poured out, and then she couldn't stop.

It was as if the organ that controlled the lacrimal glands was broken, completely out of her subjective control.

After being reborn, she only cried to Gu Xinjie once, and this was the second time.

She didn't want to be so embarrassed.

But not only did I cry inexplicably.

In front of this guy, a fool can't stop crying.

Song Canran wanted to die, but she couldn't control it.

Especially since she was just forcibly kissed by this guy, under normal circumstances, she should fight back hard, but it means to cry to him stupidly here.

But after the tears flowed out, the uncomfortable feeling in my heart was really much more comfortable.

"Bastard!" She choked and squeezed out two words.

"yes, I'm a jerk."

Huo Zizhao responded with a good temper, a special seriousness.

"I hate it."

"Well, it's a bit of a nuisance."

"I hate you not leaving!" Song Cangran was staring and crying, and the image was drunk when she thought about it: "It's interesting to see me crying? ”

“……”

Huo Zizhao stared at her a few times, pulled his thin lips, and suddenly smiled.

"You're still laughing!" The feeling of being angry and crying at the same time is also cute.

Huo Zizhao continued to laugh, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was very charming, and suddenly his big palm reached over and pressed her hairy little head.

"Alright," he pressed her to his heart, his voice soft, "so you can't see ......"