Chapter 207 hemostasis

Huo Jingchen chuckled and whispered, "I haven't even slept in your bed, so I'm not human."

"Shut up now." Zhao Siqing reaches out to hold the clay and interrupts him softly.

The turntable turned quickly, and the clay gradually changed its regular outline with the radian of her hand.

Huo Jingchen's eyes fell on her soft little hands, and she was so absorbed that there was no reason for her jealousy.

He covered the back of her hand with his big hand, wrapped her small hand gently, and felt the change of clay together.

Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes slightly and said softly, "Huo Jingchen, you don't need to be so close to me."

He circled her behind her, his chest on her back didn't count. The handsome face was almost attached to her. Zhao Siqing's intimacy made the whole person a little stiff.

Huo Jingchen held her greedily and said softly, "you are so fragrant."

His voice is low, dumb and ambiguous, which makes Zhao Siqing's breath disordered. There is no reason for his tension.

"You're more serious," she said in a soft voice

Huo Jingchen raised her lips, afraid to annoy her, but did not tease her.

At this time, a sharp pain suddenly came from the fingertips, Zhao Siqing exclaimed and hurriedly closed his hand.

A few drops of purplish red blood oozed from the fingertip, and a few drops fell on the clay in front of him.

Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows and pulled her wrist. He got up and took a bottle of mineral water to wash her fingers. Then a hole of about one centimeter appeared, which was clearly visible at the fingertips.

Zhao Siqing turned to see that there was a silver light in the clay.

Huo Jingchen picked up the shovel and peeled away the clay. A blade with cold light appeared. It was thin and sharp. He felt pain just looking at it.

Huo Jingchen's face sank a little. Zhao Siqing said softly, "it's OK. It's just a small cut. It will be OK in a few days."

The blood bead on the fingertip was washed clean by water. In a flash, another blood bead oozed out. Obviously, the cut was very deep.

Without waiting for Zhao Siqing to open his mouth, Huo Jingchen holds her index finger to his mouth and lowers his head to hold it.

Zhao Siqing was stunned and looked at him stupidly. His brain was blank and he forgot to respond.

The soft tip of the tongue passed her fingertip, itchy and moist, like a current flowing along the fingertip.

Zhao Siqing's face turned red with the speed of naked eye.

"You You... Let go! " Zhao Siqing is in a hurry.

Huo Jingchen let go of her and chuckled, "stop bleeding."

Zhao Siqing pulls back and stares at him severely: believe you!

Huo Jingchen smiled, took her clothes, grabbed the wrist of her injured hand, and walked towards the mall.

Zhao Siqing is a little reluctant to look at the newly formed clay. He greets Gu Anhui's ancestors for 18 generations.

Just now, apart from her and Huo Jingchen, only Gu Anhui has been here.

She can't think of anyone except this woman!

She's really calm enough, but it's a little too vicious.

When he arrived downstairs, the shopping mall was full of people. Zhao Siqing felt dizzy.

Huo Jingchen frowned and saw that there was a layer of sweat on her forehead. He took her to a rest Pavilion and said in a deep voice, "don't run around, wait here for me to buy band aids."

"Don't buy it, it doesn't matter..."

Before Zhao Siqing finished speaking, he had already got into the crowd.

Zhao Siqing looked at his fingers and had to admit that it hurt a little.