Zhao Siqing leaned into Huo Jingchen's arms, only feeling that he was indescribably cool and extremely comfortable.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm a little hot." ”

"Well, you have a fever." Huo Jingchen coaxed softly.

"Am I going to be a little fool?" Zhao Siqing continued to ask.

"No, my Qingqing is the smartest in the world." Huo Jingchen patted her shoulder and coaxed her softly.

It didn't take long for Zhao Siqing to gradually feel sleepy again, but the dream seemed to still be heavy on her heart, and it was difficult to withdraw from that sad mood for a long time.

After a while, Zhao Siqing muttered softly: "I seem to be a little sad." ”

Huo Jingchen's big hand gently stroked her hair, his eyes were dark, and he said slowly: "It's just a dream." ”

Zhao Siqing thought, yes, it's just a dream.

Not long after, she fell back into a deep sleep, and in the chaos she could feel as if someone was kissing her softly on the lips.

*

When the sky was slightly bright, Huo Jingchen saw that her fever had subsided a lot, so he planned to leave.

When I went downstairs, I met Yang Jingqiu sitting on the sofa drinking coffee.

Hearing his movements, Yang Jingqiu didn't seem to be surprised at all, but looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

After not resting well for a few nights, Huo Jingchen's eyes were bloodshot, he looked at Yang Jingqiu and said in a deep voice: "Chen Shixiong's words must have been heard by you, I will put a few people in the afternoon as servants." ”

His voice was hoarse, Yang Jingqiu raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said coldly: "I heard that Mr. Huo's birthday was very 'wonderful'. ”

Hearing the sarcasm in her words, Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and did not make a sound.

Yang Jingqiu looked directly at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said coldly: "Before you think about what you want, stay away from Qingqing." ”

Huo Jingchen's lips pursed lightly, his dark eyes looked at her, and said slowly: "I have always been very clear, but sometimes I know too clearly, and it is inevitable that I will be cruel and cold-blooded." ”

Yang Jingqiu frowned and didn't make a sound.

Huo Jingchen retracted his gaze and was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, he looked back at Yang Jingqiu and said, "Don't tell her that I've been here." ”

As the words fell, he turned and disappeared.

Yang Jingqiu sat back on the sofa, her eyes fell on Huo Jingchen's back, and her eyes were complicated.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Zhao Siqing woke up in a daze and slept almost for a day and a night.

After drinking some water, I finally felt that my mind was clear.

She subconsciously looked up in the room, and always felt as if she had seen Huo Jingchen last night.

But she woke up and fell asleep and burned in a daze, which would be a little unsure if it was a hallucination.

His thoughts were in a mess, Zhao Siqing thought of the man in his dream for a while, and Huo Jingchen for a while.

In a trance, she actually felt that the man in the dream was somewhat similar to Huo Jingchen.

Thinking of this, Zhao Siqing was a little distracted.

The few times I had told him about that dream, he seemed a little stiff and abnormal.

It's just that she couldn't figure out what that meant.

If the man in the dream was him, but the things she dreamed about seemed to have never happened.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Siqing got up.

She walked to the stairs and looked down, and saw Yang Jingqiu sitting on the sofa to collect her clothes, so she put on a piece of clothing and went downstairs.

Yang Jingqiu heard her movement and glanced up at her, originally didn't want to pay attention to her, but when she saw her red and swollen eyes, she couldn't help frowning, and said coldly, "What's wrong with your eyes." ”

"It's fine, just a dream." Zhao Siqing said softly.

Hearing this, Yang Jingqiu didn't ask again.