After wiping his hair, Huo Jingchen sat on the ground and leaned on the sofa and watched TV for a while.

It wasn't until nearly midnight that he turned off the lights and lay on the floor covered with quilts.

With his head resting on his arms and looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, he didn't seem to feel sleepy.

It seemed like he hadn't been so close to her in a long time.

Sleep in a house.

Huo Jingchen took out his mobile phone and couldn't help but send her a message.

Zhao Siqing hadn't fallen asleep before he heard a faint vibrating sound from his mobile phone.

She took her phone and looked at it, it was a text message.

The letter writer did not remark, but she knew that it was Huo Jingchen.

[The floor is so hard. 】

Zhao Siqing stared at the words on the screen for a while, but didn't reply, because she knew that this man was used to getting inches.

After a while, Huo Jingchen's text message came in again: [The living room is so cold. 】

Zhao Siqing bent the corners of her lips slightly, but still didn't reply.

Huo Jingchen waited for a long time with his arms on his pillow, and secretly scolded Zhao Siqing in his heart, but he couldn't help but send a text message again.

Zhao Siqing was thinking about what notes to save for him, when he saw another text message popping in: [Why is the living room so dark. 】

Zhao Siqing chuckled lightly and directly saved his number, note: Huo Shijing.

After saving, she sent him a message back: [Go to bed early, good night. 】

Huo Jingchen stared at the short line of words on the screen, his eyes softened a little, and he didn't reply, just closed his eyes and said softly: "Good night." ”

Zhao Siqing also put her mobile phone at the head of the bed, planning to sleep.

The night was silent.

Twenty minutes later, in a quiet and peaceful night, Huo Jingchen in the living room suddenly sat up irritably.

Why can he only lay on the floor here?

That little radish of the Li family can sleep next to her?

No, even sleeping in her arms!

As soon as he thought of this, Huo Jingchen was impetuous, his eyes were full of anger, and he no longer felt the slightest sleep.

No, you can't throw it out.

In this way, he fell for Li Feihuan's tricks.

Huo Jingchen made a calm face, lay back again, and told himself after pulling the quilt.

Can't make her annoying, can't make her angry, can't ......

Forget it, I can't bear it anymore.

The man, who had only been lying down for a few seconds, suddenly lifted the quilt and got up, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

The bedroom door seemed to be broken, although it was closed very tightly, Huo Jingchen still pushed the door open easily.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he slowly walked to the big bed.

She seems to be afraid of the dark, and she always uses to turn on a small light when she sleeps.

Huo Jingchen walked to the side of the bed, and his eyes fell on Zhao Siqing first.

She leaned sideways on her arms, her hair fell softly on her shoulders, her long eyelashes hung slightly, and in the faint light, her complexion was soft and serene, with a certain coldness and indifference that people did not dare to blaspheme, like a sleeping fairy.

Huo Jingchen stood on the edge of the bed and looked at her in a trance, and couldn't help but reach out and gently roll up a strand of her hair.

He curled the corners of his lips slightly, looked at him gently, and said softly, "It's mine." ”

In response, there were only two even breathing sounds, one large and one small.

Huo Jingchen didn't dare to stay longer, standing beside her, he felt a faint sweetness surging in the air.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would lose control and do something.

After all, to her, he was just a strange man who had only known him for a few months.

Huo Jingchen slowly lowered his eyes to cover the obscurity under his eyes.

He got up and looked at the little radish head in the bed, and frowned, annoying.

Went around to the side of the bed and dragged the little radish head off with the quilt.