Zhao Siqing's face turned a little pale, and he subconsciously wanted to hide, but his waist was trapped by him.

The memories of six years ago swept in, and tears fell uncontrollably.

A burst of warmth fell on Huo Jingchen's fingers, his eyes darkened a little, and his heart swelled and ached.

He withdrew his hand and took her into his arms, and coaxed in a low voice, "Don't cry, I won't touch you." ”

Zhao Siqing was still trembling lightly, and as soon as she closed her eyes, the scenes from six years ago were staggered in front of her like a movie screen.

She wasn't born with this weird cleanliness fetish.

It's just that since that incident six years ago, she's like she's suffering from some kind of weird disease.

When I saw a man, I felt disgusted and disgusted.

She has been cured for a long time, but she can only maintain a normal social level now.

She was still afraid of the dark, afraid of the impermeable black, dark and gloomy like the place where she had been hiding.

It's ridiculous but no one knows that she is a psychiatrist, but she can't even cure herself.

When I think of six years ago, I think of Konishi's death.

Zhao Siqing closed his eyes in pain.

She's still alive, she's the culprit, she's alive and well, safe and sound.

But Xiaoxi is dead, but he has long been buried underground.

She always couldn't help but think, if Gu Xiaoxi hadn't been with her that day... If it weren't for saving her......

If it wasn't later, she wouldn't have died.

Thinking of this, as soon as he thought of Gu Xiaoxi's death, Zhao Siqing's tears fell uncontrollably.

The woman's tears wet his chest, burning hot.

Huo Jingchen reached out and gently lifted her chin, there were a few tear stains on her palm-sized little face, and her thumb gently wiped it away for her.

Zhao Siqing slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyelashes were still stained with a mist.

Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, and he said softly: "If you cry again, I will kiss you." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, trying to avoid him.

This time, Huo Jingchen didn't imprison her anymore, but let go.

After being freed, Zhao Siqing wiped the tears on his face, looked at Huo Jingchen with a pale face, with a little coldness in his eyes, and said seriously: "Huo Jingchen, I have a habit of cleanliness for men, so don't touch me casually in the future." ”

Huo Jingchen was stunned for a few seconds, and said slowly: "All? ”

Zhao Siqing didn't know why he asked, just looked at him and nodded slightly.

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen fell silent, his thin lips pursed lightly, and his face gradually turned pale.

He thought for a while that she was targeting him, that she was rejecting his touch.

It turned out that it was not just him, but all the opposite sex.

He remembered his past life, and gave birth to a pain like a knife.

In his previous life, he forced her in a fit of rage.

That's right, it's a past life.

He never believed in heaven or fate, but when he woke up, he went back to twelve years ago, back to when she was not dead.

Only this time, he was too timid to come closer.

He never denied that he was sick, and he couldn't control his pathological possessiveness.

So he endured it for six years and never dared to get close to her.

He thought he could control it well, but he didn't expect it, but as soon as he saw it, he frequently lost control.

Zhao Siqing saw that his face was extremely pale, and couldn't help but ask softly, "Are you uncomfortable?" ”

Huo Jingchen came back to his senses and raised his eyes to look at the woman in front of him, but he couldn't help but see the picture of her crying and begging him in her previous life.

She begged him to stop, but he still demanded her.

Even if they were really together later, she never mentioned it again.

But as soon as Huo Jingchen thought of it at this moment, a sharp pain like a knife twisted appeared in his heart.

He always thought... She just hates him......

So even though I knew that she would be more annoying, I still had no scruples.