Huo Jingchen slowly lowered his eyes, and when he remembered the picture of her suicide in front of him, his heart ached.

Zhao Siqing opened his mouth and wanted to appeal for himself, but for no reason, listening to the pain in his words, he fell silent.

After a while, Zhao Siqing saw that he was silent for a long time, and stepped back a little to look at him.

Seeing that his face was not very good, Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, looked at him seriously and said, "Are you uncomfortable again?" ”

She had seen him like this a few times, and her face was frighteningly pale.

It made Zhao Siqing wonder if he had a heart problem.

Huo Jingchen tugged at the corners of her red lips, grabbed her hand and put it on his chest, and said slowly: "It hurts here." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for two seconds, and then became a little serious: "I'll accompany you to the hospital." ”

Huo Jingchen's big hand landed on her waist, took her into his arms, and without waiting for Zhao Siqing to react, he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Zhao Siqing only felt that his lips suddenly softened, accompanied by a slightly cool and strange touch.

At that moment, the brain instinctively went blank, and even forgot to react.

Before she came back to her senses, Huo Jingchen had already left for a few minutes, and said in a low voice: "You don't need a hospital, just kiss it." ”

Zhao Siqing came back to his senses and pushed him away, his fair cheeks dyed crimson little by little.

"You!" Zhao Siqing was hot all over, and her anger was not light.

Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, and he hooked the corners of his lips, like a beast that had tasted a delicacy, and he was still unsatisfied.

He approached her step by step, and Zhao Siqing took a few steps back, his heart trembling slightly.

Huo Jingchen lowered his head and said softly: "If you make me angry again, you will cry for you." ”

"You... Shameless! Zhao Siqing's breath was uneven, and he glared at him with spring water in his eyes.

"Well, I'm shameless." Huo Jingchen spoke in a low voice, as if he was coaxing her.

The atmosphere was ambiguous, he forced her into a corner, Zhao Siqing only felt that the air was full of his breath, and his lips were as crisp and numb as if they had been electrified.

Her breathing was a little heavier, and she pushed him away and ran into the bathroom.

Swindler!

She thought he was uncomfortable.

Zhao Siqing thought that her first kiss was gone, and her eyes were a little red.

Bastard.

She just let him move in because of the lard.

Standing under the shower for a long time, his lips were a little swollen by his own rubbing, but as soon as he thought of the soft touch, Zhao Siqing's face would be uncontrollably red again.

Bastard... Bastard!

Rogue!

Bummer!

Silently greeted Huo Jingchen's ancestors for the nineteenth generation in his heart, and Zhao Siqing's mood finally calmed down a little.

*

After taking a bath, Zhao Siqing wrapped herself tightly and went directly into the bedroom.

Huo Jingchen glanced at her and went to take a shower first.

After coming out, he went directly into the bedroom, and saw that she was leaning on the bedside reading a book, so he walked to the side of the bed and took the book in her hand and threw it aside.

He looked directly at her with dark eyes, and said slowly, "I'm injured." ”

With that, he stretched out his injured hand to her.

Zhao Siqing didn't want to pay attention to him at all, but his gaze still swept over his big hand uncontrollably.

Originally, I had a good hand, but the back of my hand was bruised, and my fingers were also cut by glass with two deep wounds, and after being blistered, the skin and flesh were slightly cracked and a little white.

Zhao Siqing adjusted his posture slightly, and picked up another book in his hand towards the inside, not planning to pay attention to him.

I can't do it myself, I deserve it!