Zhao Siqing was stunned for two seconds, and before he could react, he was dragged down on the bed.

Huo Jingchen turned over and pressed her under him, his dark eyes were dark, and he slowly read her name: "Qingqing, I want to kiss you." ”

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of demagogy.

Zhao Siqing's little face turned a little red, looked at the handsome face in front of him and said softly: "You still have a wound on your face......

His dark eyes were dark, his gaze swept over her little face, and he whispered, "Baby." ”

Zhao Siqing's face turned a little red, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Huo Jingchen gently curled the corners of his lips and whispered, "I want to see you wear it again." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Siqing will be delirious, and his thoughts will be a little sluggish.

Huo Jingchen's fingers gently caressed her lips, and slowly spoke: "Yesterday's school uniform, I want to see you wear it again." ”

Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, slowly opened his eyes to look at the man in front of him, and said softly: "I have thrown away the clothes." ”

"I'll buy you a new one." Huo Jingchen insisted on the temptation.

Zhao Siqing's cheeks were hot, his fingers gently tugged at the buttons on his clothes, and he said absentmindedly: "I don't want to wear it." ”

Her voice is soft and soft, with an indescribable sweetness, unprovoked like being coquettish, which makes people hard-hearted.

Huo Jingchen's throat moved slightly, and he chuckled: "That's better." ”

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, then reacted, and for a while from his ears to his neck turned crimson, ashamed and annoyed.

She looked at Huo Jingchen angrily, and couldn't help but say, "You did it on purpose." ”

Zhao Siqing buried her face in his arms in shame, only revealing a small head, and didn't intend to pay attention to him.

This man is so bad... In the end, it became a matter of what he wanted.

She won't wear it again anyway, absolutely not.

But when it came to this, Zhao Siqing suddenly remembered yesterday's purpose.

Thinking of Jiang Jingming's words, Zhao Siqing hesitated and wanted to talk to Huo Jingchen.

After all, he is a serious person, and if he doesn't talk about it, he doesn't know how to make a fuss when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Zhao Siqing lifted his face from his arms, looked at him and wondered how to speak.

Huo Jingchen looked at her with dark eyes, and said slowly: "What? ”

Zhao Siqing pondered for a while and said softly: "En... You have to believe in yourself, now that medical technology is so advanced, you will definitely get better. ”

Looking at her serious little appearance, Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows, not understanding what she was saying.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be too angry, Zhao Siqing looked at him and continued: "Don't be afraid... I will be with you, even if it is not cured, I will always be with you. ”

Huo Jingchen's eyes were deep and he looked directly at her.

Is he terminally ill?

Seeing that he had been silent, Zhao Siqing made persistent efforts and said softly: "I think platonic love is actually not bad, do you think... What do you think? ”

Facing her cautious gaze, Huo Jingchen finally understood, and immediately sneered: "Where's the good?" ”

Zhao Siqing opened his mouth, not knowing how to continue for a while.