Zhao Siqing heard the sound of the door closing, and didn't care about him, the whole person was a little groggy.

After Huo Jingchen went downstairs, he went directly to the nearest supermarket and found the area of feminine hygiene products all the way.

Looking at the colorful packaging and various brands in front of him, Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows, and couldn't see any difference between these things at all.

The two women on the side were also picking, but when they saw him, they couldn't help but look at him secretly.

No way, his face is so eye-catching, it's hard to ignore.

What's more, now his handsome face is blue and red, and his body is still stained with blood, which is even more eye-catching.

"It's so handsome... It's still so handsome when your face is beaten like that......"

"But he has a lot of blood on his body, don't you have to go to the hospital?"

"It can't be a pervert, right?"

"It shouldn't be, I guess I bought it for my girlfriend~"

……

The two muttered to Huo Jingchen upset, but the words girlfriend made him a little distracted.

I don't know how long it took for him to come back to his senses.

He frowned and swept around the shelves, simply chose the most expensive brand, and bought two packs of each.

After turning to leave, he turned back to the department store and bought some other things......

*

More than an hour later, Zhao Siqing fell asleep with a frown, and was awakened by the wound on his arm.

Twisting his eyebrows, he opened his eyes and looked at the time, it was only nine o'clock in the evening.

ZHAO SIQING SLOWLY CLIMBED UP, BUT FOUND THAT THERE WAS A PINK AND WHITE HELLOKITTY WARM WATER BAG ON HIS STOMACH, THE TEMPERATURE WAS JUST RIGHT, AND IT WAS EXTREMELY COMFORTABLE.

Did he buy it?

Zhao Siqing was a little distracted, turned his head to look, and didn't see Huo Jingchen.

Her eyes fell on the low table in the bedroom, where there were two large shopping bags, one containing a lot of sanitary napkins and the other a large bag full of snacks.

Before Zhao Siqing came back to his senses, Huo Jingchen had already pushed the door in.

He had just finished taking a shower, his hair was still a little damp, the blood stains on his body had been washed off, he had changed into a set of black pajamas, and the anger on his body had also dissipated a lot.

Zhao Siqing avoided his gaze, holding the hot water bottle in his arms and making no sound.

Huo Jingchen saw that she was awake, turned around and went to the kitchen to bring in the brown sugar ginger water that had just been cooked.

He handed her the mug and said in a hoarse voice: "It will be better if you drink it." ”

Zhao Siqing turned his head to look, and the hot air was rushing to his face, with a faint ginger flavor, but there was an indescribable warmth.

She silently reached out to take it, looked at him without speaking.

The warm stream of water glides down the throat and into the stomach, making it extra comfortable.

Huo Jingchen sat at the end of the bed, lifted the quilt a few points, and grabbed her little feet with his big hands.

Zhao Siqing was startled, and reflexively retracted: "What are you doing?" ”

I don't know if it's because he just finished taking a shower, his palms are very hot, which is in stark contrast to her feet, which are still very cold.

Huo Jingchen silently took a pair of white fluffy socks, held her little feet with his big hand, and put the socks on for her.

Zhao Siqing looked at the socks that were put on his feet in a daze, it was a pair of pink and white kittens with a girlish heart, wearing a very loose and soft texture on the feet, the socks were very long, covering half of the calves, and there was a circle of small white lace at the top, which was very good-looking.

Looking at the man who lowered his head and seriously put on his socks, Zhao Siqing's gaze was a little complicated.

At this moment, it was really difficult for her to associate him with the man during the day.

Ever since she was a child, ever since she could remember, no one had ever taken care of her so carefully.

Whether it is Yang Jingqiu or Zhao Xingan, there has never been.

As for Lu Qian, she had never been so embarrassed in front of him, nor had she been so close to him.

I have to admit that this kind of warmth is greedy.