Huo Jingchen slowly lowered his eyes, thinking of the picture of her suicide in front of him, his heart was aching.
Zhao Siqing opened his mouth to complain for himself, but there was no reason. Listening to the pain in his words, he kept silent.
After a while, Zhao Siqing saw that he didn't make a sound, and retreated slightly to see him.
Seeing that his face was not very good, Zhao Siqing stared for a few seconds, looked at him seriously and said, "are you not feeling well?"
She had seen him like this several times, pale and frightening.
It makes Zhao Siqing wonder if he has a heart problem.
Huo Jingchen pulled the corner of Yan Hong's lips at her, grabbed her hand and put it on her chest, and said slowly, "it hurts here."
Zhao Siqing was stupefied for two seconds. He was serious for a few minutes: "I will accompany you to the hospital."
Huo Jingchen's big hands fell on her waist and brought her into her arms. Without waiting for Zhao Siqing's reaction, he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.
Zhao Siqing felt a sudden softness on his lips, accompanied by a slight cold and strange touch.
At that moment, the brain instinct blank, even forgot to respond.
Without waiting for her to return to her mind, Huo Jingchen had already left for a few minutes and whispered, "no hospital, just a kiss."
Zhao Siqing came back to his senses and pushed him away. His white face was a little scarlet.
"You!" Zhao Siqing was hot and angry.
Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark, and his lips were hooked. He was like a beast that tasted delicacies, but he still wanted to eat.
He approached her step by step, and Zhao Siqing stepped back a few steps, his heart quivering.
Huo Jingchen lowered his head and said softly, "if you make me angry again, I will cry for you."
"You Shameless! " Zhao Siqing's breath is uneven, and his eyes are full of spring water.
"Well, I am shameless." Huo Jingchen spoke in a low voice, as if to coax her gently.
The ambience is ambiguous. He forces her to the corner. Zhao Siqing only thinks that the air is full of his breath, and the lips are crispy and numb like electricity.
She breathed heavily and pushed him away and ran into the bathroom.
Liar!
She thought he was sick.
As soon as Zhao Siqing thought of his first kiss, his eyes were red with anger.
Asshole.
It's lard that blinds her to let him in.
Standing under the shower for a long time, his lips are swollen. But as soon as I think of the soft touch, Zhao Siqing's face will turn red again uncontrollably.
Asshole Son of a bitch!
Hooligan!
Rogue!
In my heart, I greet Huo Jingchen's ancestors for 19 generations, and Zhao Siqing's mood finally calms down.
*After taking a bath, Zhao Siqing wrapped himself tightly and went directly into the bedroom.
Huo Jingchen glanced at her and took a bath first.
When he came out, he went directly into the bedroom and saw that she was leaning against the bed to read a book. He went to the bedside and took the book out of her hand and threw it aside.
He looked at her with black eyes and said slowly, "I'm hurt."
Then he put his injured hand in front of her.
Zhao Siqing didn't want to talk to him at all, but his eyes were still out of control.
Originally a good hand, the back of the hand is blue and purple, the fingers are also cut by the glass two very deep holes, after being blistered, the skin slightly cracked, a little white.
Zhao Siqing adjusted his posture slightly, then picked up another book at hand towards the inside, not intending to talk to him.
You can't do it yourself, you deserve it!