At the thought of this, Zhao Siqing's little face was dyed red for a few minutes, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Huo Jingchen and said, "let go quickly."

Huo Jingchen chuckled, "if you touch enough, you'll turn your face away."

Zhao Siqing's face was even hotter: "what nonsense do you say? When do I touch it Touch you? "

Inexplicably, Zhao Siqing felt extremely ashamed to touch this word.

I don't know how the neuropathy in front of me said it without changing his face.

Huo Jingchen went down two steps and leaned slightly in her ear and said, "now there are two choices. One is responsible for me, the other is to feel it for me."

"You You... "

Zhao Siqing is angry and speechless. She looks at him with beautiful eyes and two points of sullen.

Huo Jingchen held her hand tightly, looked at her and smiled, then went downstairs directly.

Zhao Siqing had to keep up with him. He broke away twice but couldn't earn it. He just felt that this man was like a dog skin plaster, and he could not shake it off even if he was stuck on his own hand.

His palm is warm and much bigger than hers. It's very different from Nalan's holding her.

It's like It's like there's an unspeakable power

Zhao Siqing thought he should let go when he got out of the door and got on the car.

But she underestimated this man's perversity.

Until they sat in the back of the car, Huo Jingchen's hand didn't let her go for a second.

Tang Ji took the driver's place, glanced at the hand they were holding tightly from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Siqing's face suddenly became more hot. He just wanted to find a seam to drill in.

Huo Jingchen didn't change his face. He grabbed the tissue box by the other hand and hit it at Tang Ji's head. He said quietly, "are you tired of living?"

Tang Zhi quickly closed his mouth, held back his smile, and started the car with his lips tightly closed.

Huo Jingchen raised his hand and pulled down the baffle between the front and back row, then turned his head and glanced at Zhao Siqing.

Only she and Huo Jingchen are left in the space for a while, and Zhao Siqing's sense of shame has faded.

In a dim light, she looked at Huo Jingchen and whispered, "let go You're not finished, are you? "

Huo Jingchen glanced at her lightly, then closed her eyes directly and rested.

"Huo Jingchen..." Zhao Siqing calls up his name again.

Huo Jingchen still didn't respond at all, obviously he didn't want to talk to her.

Zhao Siqing bit his teeth and looked down at the big hand holding him tightly, intending to break his fingers apart.

His fingers are long and white, especially beautiful, not as bony as most men, but very symmetrical.

However, the strength is not enough.

It took Zhao Siqing a lot of effort to break his fingers apart.

But in the end, she broke this one, and he closed that one, broke that one, and tightened this one.

A few minutes later, Zhao Siqing finally realized that he was deliberately teasing him, and his breath was heavy.

In the end, Zhao Siqing stopped talking to him.

She didn't believe he could tie her all the time.

Zhao Siqing is a little stuffy and turns to look out of the window.

At the moment, the night is very dark, and the light outside the window is dim.

The scenery changed. Unconsciously, Zhao Siqing fell asleep.

In fact, using psychological skills to analyze a person is a waste of energy.

Because you have to be highly focused, so that you don't miss every little detail and constantly prove and test your reasoning.