Huo Jingchen sat on the sofa and lost his mind, not knowing what he was thinking.

When Zhao Siqing came out of the bathroom, what he saw was this scene, the man in the white shirt had a bloody scab on his forehead, and he sat on the sofa without saying a word.

"What's wrong with your forehead?" Zhao Siqing wiped her hair and spoke softly.

Huo Jingchen came back to his senses, looked at her with black eyes, and said slowly: "It's knocked." ”

Zhao Siqing sighed lightly, turned around and went to get the medicine box: "You go to take a bath first, and I'll help you deal with it after washing." ”

Huo Jingchen looked at her back and didn't speak, and got up and walked into the bathroom after a few seconds.

She's actually... I don't hate him that much.

At least not like in his previous life, he did so many things that made her hateful.

After Huo Jingchen came out of the bathroom, his hair was slightly wet, and his handsome white face had a little more warm breath, except for those eyes that were still gloomy and unpredictable, he looked a little more pure and harmless.

Zhao Siqing turned his head to look at him, the man was wearing a pair of gray pajama pants, and his bare and white upper body.

There are still a few drops of water rolling on the toned body and muscles, an indescribable temptation.

Zhao Siqing hurriedly looked away, her voice remained unchanged, but her ears turned red: "You put on your clothes." ”

Huo Jingchen walked to the sofa and sat down, pulled his shirt and put it on.

Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief, and after opening the medicine box, he reached out and gently brushed the hair on his forehead.

The wound is not small, and I don't know if it will leave a scar.

Zhao Siqing frowned, first disinfected for him, and then wiped some medicinal powder for him.

Huo Jingchen looked directly at her with a pair of narrow phoenix eyes, his lips pursed lightly, and he didn't say a word.

She moved very lightly, and at the moment she was standing beside him with a focused expression.

There was silence in the room, and it wasn't until a few minutes later that Zhao Siqing stopped moving, looked at him and said slowly: "The ointment I prescribed last time is still a little bit, and if you rub it a little every day after the scab is formed, it shouldn't leave a scar." ”

Huo Jingchen stared at her silently.

Zhao Siqing didn't wait for a response, then turned around and planned to pack up the medicine box.

Who knew that Huo Jingchen suddenly got up and hugged her tightly from behind.

Suddenly falling into a blazing warm embrace, Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and there was a faint shampoo fragrance on his body, filling her snort.

Huo Jingchen wrapped his big hand around her thin waist, his chin lightly rested on her neck, and slowly spoke: "I thought you would never want to pay attention to me anymore." ”

His voice was hoarse, with suppressed feelings.

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said softly: "Why?" ”

Huo Jingchen was silent and silent, his eyes drooped, and his long eyelashes were like two brushes.

Without waiting for him to respond, Zhao Siqing spoke again: "What if I really ignore you." ”

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen slowly opened his beautiful eyes, his gaze was deep.

After being silent for a few seconds, he said slowly: "Even if I don't compromise the means, I will keep you by my side." ”

Huo Jingchen's lips opened lightly, but the scene of her dying in front of him in her previous life couldn't help but appear in front of him, and her heart was angina.

Zhao Siqing was in a trance, his voice was cold, with cruelty, and it didn't sound like a joke.

But for no reason, it seems to be shaken, as if it is not so firm......

Zhao Siqing sighed lightly and said softly: "Huo Jingchen, let's talk." ”

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and refused coldly: "Don't talk." ”

Zhao Siqing was dumbfounded, and before he could speak, he heard him speak again: "I don't want to talk." ”

Even if they talked, it was nothing more than the clichés she persuaded herself to let go.

He didn't want to hear it at all.