Zhao Siqing asked again in disbelief: "Is it really sleepwalking?" ”

"Yes." Huo Jingchen's face did not change, and he responded lightly.

Zhao Siqing sighed lightly, well, now that I don't have money, I really don't even dare to sleepwalk.

Zhao Siqing suddenly thought that he had locked the door last night, and couldn't help but speak: "Mr. Huo, when you were sleepwalking... You won't break into other people's rooms, will you? ”

Huo Jingchen thought seriously for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Others won't, yours, it's hard to say." ”

Zhao Siqing......

"Why?"

Huo Jingchen looked at her and said softly, "You are no one else." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Huo, we knew each other before?" ”

Huo Jingchen's gaze deepened a little: "I don't know." ”

Zhao Siqing wanted to ask again, but obviously Huo Jingchen didn't want to continue the topic, he retracted his gaze, got up and took out a medicine box from the cabinet, and handed it to Zhao Siqing: "Help me deal with the wound." ”

After Zhao Siqing took it, he glanced at him: "Do psychiatrists still have to work part-time nurses now?" ”

Huo Jingchen sat crookedly on the sofa, lifted his eyelids to look at her, and said in a low voice: "Not really, but Doctor Zhao, I feel that I have lost a little too much blood." ”

Zhao Siqing looked at his big slender hand, but it wasn't that he had lost too much blood.

The wounds are all scabbed and don't bleed......

Zhao Siqing smiled and didn't smile: "I may not be able to handle Mr. Huo's situation well, I think I need a blood transfusion for first aid." ”

Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, and he looked at her and thought seriously for a while.

He suddenly sat up straight, approached her, and said as if discussing, "I think artificial respiration can also be saved." ”

As she spoke, her gaze swept over her pale pink lips.

Zhao Siqing was a little nervous for no reason, and immediately changed his words: "I think it's okay to stop the bleeding first." ”

Huo Jingchen sneered: "Aren't you not able to handle it well? ”

"There are always exceptions." Zhao Siqing resigned.

Huo Jingchen laughed twice, but didn't speak again.

Zhao Siqing took out a cotton swab and iodine volt, planning to detoxify his wound that was about to heal, after all, medicine is better than artificial respiration, isn't it......

His hands are slender and fair, the joints are not very large, and the nails are also trimmed extraordinarily neatly, and there are light white crescents on the pale pink, which is particularly beautiful.

After the poison was eliminated, Zhao Siqing took out two band-aids from the medicine box and put them on for him, very seriously.

Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, and his eyes looked at her without blinking.

She sat beside him, her eyes slightly lowered, her skin was as white as white jade, and there was a faint fragrance on her body that poured into her nose, familiar and unfamiliar.

Huo Jingchen's voice was hoarse, and he suddenly spoke: "What kind of man do you like?" ”

"Huh?" She paused and looked up at him.

The two were so close that they could clearly see their shadows reflected in each other's pupils.

"What are you asking for?" Zhao Siqing retracted his gaze and dealt with the last bit for him.

Huo Jingchen looked directly at her and said softly, "I want to become what you like." ”

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds, and said slowly: "People like Mr. Huo don't need to become what anyone likes. ”

*

After arriving home, Zhao Siqing packed up Lu Qian's things.

Half a bookshelf of collector's edition CDs and tapes, Lu Qian likes these.

When they came back from country M together, he rented a house.

Because it was too late to clean up, these treasures were put in her first, and then they were never taken away.

Halfway through the packing, the doorbell rang.

Zhao Siqing put down the things in his hand and went to open the door, and the moment he saw the person coming, his face turned cold.