Zhao Siqing smiled lightly at him and didn't ask again.

She just felt that his personality seemed to be somewhat similar to the man in her dream.

No, it doesn't seem to be just similar in nature.

But could that be him?

Zhao Siqing was a little confused, and she didn't understand why she dreamed of those strange dreams.

Thinking wildly, before she knew it, she fell asleep again in a daze.

Listening to her shallow breathing, Huo Jingchen slowly opened his eyes, looking at the woman in his arms, his eyes were complicated.

Did she perceive something?

She's so smart... Something must have been perceived......

*

At half past six, Zhao Siqing struggled to wake up in a suffocating confinement.

Looking at the man who was not sleeping comfortably beside him, Zhao Siqing slowly breathed a sigh of relief and gradually woke up.

This night, she slept extremely uncomfortable, Huo Jingchen really hugged her too tightly, with a strong sense of oppression, making her almost feel difficult to breathe in her sleep.

She let out a sigh of relief, trying to gently take his hand away.

Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows, and subconsciously hugged her tighter.

So much so that even through the quilt, Zhao Siqing still felt that his waist was almost broken by him.

Her whole body was tightly clasped in his arms, and Zhao Siqing said softly: "Huo Jingchen." ”

Hearing her voice, Huo Jingchen's eyelashes trembled.

After a pause, he opened his eyes gently.

His eyes were dark and bloodshot, and he had apparently only slept for a short time.

Zhao Siqing said softly: "You sleep again, I'll go make some breakfast." ”

Huo Jingchen didn't react, obviously he hadn't woken up yet.

After Zhao Siqing took his hand away, he covered the quilt for him, put on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom softly.

Because it was a weekend, she didn't have to worry too much about Yang Jingqiu getting up early.

Although Yang Jingqiu is extremely self-disciplined, she must replenish her physical strength every weekend.

Zhao Siqing planned to make some breakfast and let Huo Jingchen fill his stomach before leaving.

After she hurriedly washed, she pulled her hair into a ball, and then boiled some Qingzhou in the kitchen, planning to fry a few more poached eggs.

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and subconsciously thought that Yang Jingqiu had gotten up.

Just turned her head, but she suddenly fell into a warm embrace, Huo Jingchen hugged her tightly behind him, probed her forehead with a side face, and then whispered: "Don't burn." ”

"Why did you get out?" Zhao Siqing was a little uncomfortable with this overly intimate posture, but she didn't hide.

Huo Jingchen is obviously not too sober, leaning on her and not talking much.

Seeing this, Zhao Siqing didn't ask again, and after frying a few poached eggs, he steamed a little more dumplings.

Immediately, she planned to stir-fry a little more side dishes, so that breakfast would be enough.

Huo Jingchen kept hugging her behind him, saying that he would not let go, Zhao Siqing only felt inconvenient to move, and coaxed him several times to let him go back to the room first, but he said that he would not leave.

"My mom will see you when she comes down in a moment." Zhao Siqing said softly.

Huo Jingchen's voice was hoarse, and he said slowly: "It's just right to see it, let her know that the raw rice has been cooked." ”

His warm and lazy breath spread in her ears, and Zhao Siqing, who was cutting shredded potatoes, paused slightly, only feeling that this scene was familiar, as if it had happened before.

She thought about it for a while, and finally remembered that she seemed to have dreamed about it in a dream.

Thinking of this, Zhao Siqing couldn't help but turn his face slightly, looked at Huo Jingchen and said softly: "Huo Jingchen, you used to... Have you ever seen me? ”