Seeing that Huo Jingchen began to count down, Zhao Siqing turned around and pulled a loose white knitted jacket on.

"Three... Two...... One! As soon as his deep voice fell, Zhao Siqing happened to open the door.

The moment the door opened, Zhao Siqing didn't even have time to see his face clearly, and fell into a slightly cool embrace.

Seeing that she was still standing in front of him, Huo Jingchen couldn't help but hold her into his arms.

"Qingqing......" He lowered his eyes, and his big hand fell on her waist and back, very tight.

She's alive... Not dead in front of him yet.

Huo Jingchen's eyes were a little sour, and his arms circled her tighter, eager to rub her into her bones and blood.

The most real temperature and touch in his arms gradually calmed down his flustered heart.

Huo Jingchen was a little confused, which one was the dream.

But he knew that whether he was awake or dreaming, as long as she was still there.

If he is awake, he will never sleep again.

If it was a dream, he would never wake up again.

Zhao Siqing bumped into his hard chest and was stunned for a few seconds.

Hearing his trembling voice ringing in his ears, he was in a trance, and he forgot to push him away for a while.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the tactile sensation gradually returned.

Zhao Siqing realized that his chest was tightly pressed against him.

She immediately came back to her senses, and her cheeks burned a little: "Huo Jingchen, have you hugged enough?" ”

Huo Jingchen slowly opened his somewhat dark red eyes, knowing that he should let go, but he was reluctant to let go.

She was so fragrant and soft, it had been a long time since he had hugged her like this.

It's really... It's not enough.

Zhao Siqing saw that he still didn't mean to let go, so he raised his leg and wanted to kick him.

Even if it's sleepwalking, you can't be a hooligan, right?

Huo Jingchen reacted quickly, his big hand stopped her knees, and his voice was low: "What's the trouble!" ”

Zhao Siqing took advantage of him to let go, pushed him away, and took a few steps back.

Xu had just hit it hard, and his chest was still a little painful.

"Mr. Huo is sleepwalking again?" Zhao Siqing spoke patiently.

Huo Jingchen turned around and pulled the door shut, changed his shoes and said lightly: "No." ”

"Then can you please explain the reason why the third watch came to me in the middle of the night?" Zhao Siqing saw him sit down on the sofa, so he also followed.

After looking at his pale face, he still remembered his good after all, and turned around and poured him a glass of warm water.

"Nightmare." Huo Jingchen raised his eyes to look at her, and his lips opened slightly.

His long, narrow eyes were staring at her, but there was a strange light in them that Xia Crimson had never seen before.

Zhao Siqing sat down on another single sofa and said softly: "What did you dream about this time?" ”

Huo Jingchen was silent for a few seconds, and his red lips moved slowly: "I dreamed... You're dead. ”

His voice was soft, with an indescribable sense of loss and sadness.

is so serious that Zhao Siqing can't think it's a joke on his part.

But can't this Mr. Huo hope that she will be better?

I dreamed twice a day that she was dead......

Zhao Siqing thinks that he has been in a big disaster recently?

She wondered if she should go back and ask Nalan if there was any fortune teller she knew who would give her a good fortune telling?

Zhao Siqing looked up and saw him holding the water cup in both hands and bowing his head slightly.

The light shone on him, and the broken hair on his forehead scattered a shadow on his cheeks, and there was an indescribable loneliness in a trance.

Zhao Siqing sighed lightly and said softly: "Huo Jingchen, I'm still alive and well." ”

He raised his eyes to meet her earnest, gentle eyes, and after a while, smiled softly.