Huo Jingchen sneered and said in a low voice: "I haven't even been to your bed, why aren't you human." ”

"Shut up." Zhao Siqing reached out to hold the clay and interrupted him softly.

The turntable rotated rapidly, and the clay gradually changed into a regular outline with the curvature of her palm.

Huo Jingchen's eyes fell on her soft little hand, and when he saw her concentrated appearance, he felt a touch of jealousy for no reason.

He put his big hand on the back of her hand, gently wrapped her little hand, and felt the change of clay together.

Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly: "Huo Jingchen, you don't have to get so close to me." ”

He circled her behind him, his chest was against her back, and the handsome face was almost close to hers, and the gesture made Zhao Siqing's whole body a little stiff.

Huo Jingchen hugged her a little greedily, and said softly: "You are so fragrant." ”

His voice was low and ambiguous, which made Zhao Siqing's breathing a little chaotic, and he was nervous for no reason.

She lowered her eyes and whispered, "You are serious. ”

Huo Jingchen hooked the corners of his lips, afraid of annoying her, but he didn't tease her again.

At this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from his fingertips, Zhao Siqing exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

A few drops of red blood oozed from his fingertips, and a few more fell on the clay in front of him.

Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows and pulled her wrist, got up and took a bottle of mineral water to rinse her fingers for her, and then a cut of about one centimeter was exposed, which was clearly visible on her fingertips.

Zhao Siqing turned his head to look, and a little silver light appeared in the clay.

Huo Jingchen picked up the shovel and peeled off the clay for a few minutes, and a blade with a cold light appeared, thin and sharp, and it hurt just to look at it.

Huo Jingchen's face sank a little, and Zhao Siqing said softly: "It's okay, it's just a small mouth, it'll be fine in a few days." ”

The blood beads on the fingertips were washed away by the water, and in an instant, blood beads seeped out, obviously the wound was very deep.

Without waiting for Zhao Siqing to speak, Huo Jingchen pinched her index finger and brought it to his mouth, bowed his head and held it.

Zhao Siqing was stunned, looking at him stupidly, his brain was blank, and he forgot to react.

The tip of her soft tongue brushed over her fingertips, tickling and a little wet, as if there was a burst of electricity rushing through her fingertips.

Zhao Siqing came back to her senses, and her fair little face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You... You...... Hurry up and let go! Zhao Siqing was a little anxious.

Huo Jingchen let go of her and chuckled: "Stop the bleeding." ”

Zhao Siqing withdrew his hand and glared at him fiercely: Believe you ghost!

Huo Jingchen smiled, took his clothes, grabbed the wrist of her injured hand, and walked towards the mall.

Zhao Siqing looked at the clay that had just taken shape with a little reluctance, and greeted Gu Anhui's ancestors for the eighteenth generation in his heart.

Except for her and Huo Jingchen just now, only Gu Anhui came.

She really can't think of anyone else except this woman!

She's calm enough, but it's also too vicious.

After arriving downstairs, the mall was overcrowded, and Zhao Siqing only felt dizzy.

Huo Jingchen frowned, and saw that a thin layer of sweat was oozing from her forehead, so he took her to a rest pavilion and said in a deep voice: "Don't run around, wait for me here, I'll buy a band-aid." ”

"You don't have to buy it, it doesn't matter if you ......"

Before Zhao Siqing's words were finished, he had already entered the crowd.

Zhao Siqing looked at his fingers and had to admit that it was still a little painful.