After a while, Zhao Siqing seemed to think of something, hugged the quilt and turned his head to look at him and said, "Then you sleep in my bed, and I will go to the living room to sleep on the sofa bed." ”

Huo Jingchen sneered, and looked at her with black eyes: "You try to move one." ”

Zhao Siqing's hand holding the quilt suddenly didn't dare to move anymore, and looked at him angrily.

At that time, she promised him to live in the living room, and she didn't know how long she had been doing psychological construction.

Who would have thought that he would have to run into the bedroom now.

It's really... Give an inch and take a mile!

Seeing that her face was not good, Huo Jingchen sat up again, looked at her and coaxed her: "I sleep very well." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned and couldn't make a sound for a while.

Huo Jingchen said again: "I won't quarrel with you." ”

Facing the bloodshot eyes, Zhao Siqing couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

Although she was bothered by nightmares, she still slept twice, but he had not closed his eyes until now, and he was always tossing with her.

"Let me sleep here, okay?" He spoke softly, his voice a little hoarse.

Zhao Siqing hesitated for a moment, but finally said softly: "That... Then you... Sure, never mess around. ”

Hearing this, Huo Jingchen curled the corners of his lips and said in a low voice: "Okay, I promise." ”

Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound this time, glanced at him, lay down with his back to him, and didn't care about him anymore.

She doesn't seem to be honest when she sleeps, and she has to wear pajamas and pajamas from tomorrow... Hmm, I have to buy an eye mask for Huo Jingchen.

The room was silent, and it wasn't long before only the sound of even breathing remained.

Zhao Siqing turned over slightly, looked at the man who seemed to be asleep on the floor, and was stunned.

She's just... Got with him?

Really, like a dream.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Siqing propped himself up, took the remote control of the air conditioner and turned on the heater.

Now that the weather is in winter, the room is actually a little cold, and it is easy for him to catch a cold when he sleeps on the floor, Zhao Siqing thought, it is better to blow the air conditioner than to get cold.

It didn't take long for the room to warm up and the temperature to rise.

Zhao Siqing's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

Huo Jingchen on the ground slowly opened his eyes, looked sideways at the woman beside the bed, and his gaze softened a little.

She lay on her side on the edge of the bed, pressing her little face out of shape.

An arm stretched out of the quilt, and a soft little hand rested lightly on the side of the bed.

Huo Jingchen turned over, pillowed one arm, stretched out his big hand and slowly inserted it into her fingers, and gradually clasped the ten fingers of her hand.

The woman's hand was small and soft, delicate and smooth, with a bit of flesh and well-proportioned bones, and he was reluctant to let go of it when he held it in his hand.

He had never known that he was so easily satisfied, as if he would be happy to be able to guard her like this.

Huo Jingchen looked at the hands of the two of them together, and said softly: "Good night, baby." ”

Zhao Siqing slept very deeply and did not react.

Huo Jingchen was reluctant to let go, so he kept clasping his fingers with her for a long time.

He was afraid that it was all a dream.

When she woke up, she was the cold corpse again, the cold tombstone in the cemetery.

He once thought that even if she died, it could only belong to him.

But when she really will never open her eyes again, when she will never talk to him and smile at him again, when all the memories of her are only pictures, when he can no longer touch her body temperature.

It was then that he finally understood that he would rather she be alive.

At least... At least then he could still see her from afar.

He's going to get better.

The days will also get better.

Everything will be fine.