The woman in her arms was a little restless, and Huo Jingchen's eyebrows gradually twisted.

The other person hasn't woken up yet, but a certain part of his body has woken up first.

Before Zhao Siqing noticed, Huo Jingchen slowly opened his bloodshot eyes, and directly fished her onto himself, his voice was hoarse: "What is the fuss in the early morning?" ”

Zhao Siqing's whole person was forced to press against his chest, and her face turned a little redder.

She was anxious to remember, but Huo Jingchen didn't allow it at all, so that in the end, she was half-sitting on his waist.

The man's waist and abdomen are strong and strong, and the temperature is hot through the thin clothes.

Zhao Siqing was still wearing a nightdress, her eyes were red from this position, and she struggled to climb off him.

Huo Jingchen was upset by her, and he turned over violently and pressed her under him.

He stared at her with dark eyes, and before he woke up, his big hand had habitually touched her thighs, and even pushed the hem of the nightdress up a few points: "Do you have to clean you up?" ”

Zhao Siqing was frightened by him, and he could clearly feel the warm and powerful palm that fell on his thigh, and his heart was trembling.

"Huo Jingchen......" She spoke softly, her voice a little choked.

Huo Jingchen lowered his head and kissed her lips, and Zhao Siqing turned his head to avoid it.

His kiss landed on the side of her cheek, making him a little dissatisfied.

His gaze froze, and his big hand reached up a few points, his fingertips hooking the edge of her panties and about to fade down, with skillful movements.

Zhao Siqing's face gradually turned a little pale, and he casually touched the cabinet on the side.

Her fingertips touched a sleek object, and she grabbed it and slammed it down on his head.

With a muffled 'bang', a few drops of blood oozed from Huo Jingchen's head.

Blood slowly slid down his cheeks, making his already overly pale face even more bewitching.

Zhao Siqing looked at him stunned, and she didn't come back to her senses until the blood was ticking on her nightdress.

Huo Jingchen also came to his senses completely, staring at her with dark eyes.

Zhao Siqing's eyes were red, and there was a slight tremor in his voice: "I... I'll take you to the hospital. ”

When the words fell, she pushed him away and hurriedly climbed out of bed, and she was about to run away without even putting on her shoes.

Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to fish her back, and said in a deep voice: "It's cold on the ground, don't run around." ”

Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound, her little face was a little pale, and her whole body was cold.

She didn't know what she was thinking at that moment, as if she thought of that evening six years ago, as if she thought of the hideous laughter of those people, and more like she thought of Xiaoxi's tears.

Seeing that her hands and feet were cold, Huo Jingchen took her into his arms, swept the glass shards on the bed to the ground, and then wrapped her in a quilt.

Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes and said softly: "I'm sorry." ”

She had always felt that his paranoia and madness were a disease, but why wasn't she?

Immersed in the pain and memories of the past, I can't help myself.

Even after studying psychology for so many years, I have never been able to heal myself.

Look, how ridiculous this is.

Huo Jingchen frowned and said lightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm fine." ”

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled lightly and he didn't make a sound.

She knew that all along, he was always irritable and in a trance when he was woken up.

So in fact, she could have woken him up with a little more tongue just now, and could have dealt with this matter a little more calmly......

But her brain went blank.

The images of six years ago were all in front of her, and she had almost lost the ability to think.