Huo Jingchen was silent for a few seconds. He went back to the bed and gently held her in his arms.

Zhao Siqing leaned on his chest, rarely obedient.

Feeling the tenderness in her arms, Huo Jingchen held her tighter and lowered her eyes slightly, which were slightly sour.

How long has she not needed him in her past life and this life.

He only hoped that time could walk slowly, let him hold her more.

Zhao Siqing leaned in his arms, could hear his heart beating steadily and powerfully, could feel the warmth and firmness of his chest, and she could not explain the reason. She only felt that relying on his arms like this could dispel the confusion and boredom in his dream, gradually calmed down and became steadfast.

"It's warm." Zhao Siqing spoke softly.

Huo Jingchen looked down at her, pulled the quilt and wrapped her up: "I'll hold you and sleep again."

Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound this time, but before his eyes, he could not help but see scenes that had happened since he met him. Those scenes and past, like movie pictures, were changing in his mind.

His good and his bad, his cruelty, his tyranny, his gentleness, his childishness

Before I knew it, he had been with her for so long.

Zhao Siqing didn't know when he began to get used to his existence, only that she, like all ordinary people, would be greedy for warmth and embrace, and would yearn for love and happiness.

"Huo Jingchen," she said softly

"Yes." He spoke in a low voice and looked down at her.

Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds and said softly, "you said Are you short of a woman now? "

Huo Jingchen lost his mind and his throat tightened.

Zhao Siqing is still in his arms, waiting for his answer.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse: "no shortage."

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds. He was surprised.

She is silent down, the heart cannot help but give birth to a touch of light loss.

Huo Jingchen looked down at her, her Adam's Apple moved, and said slowly, "what I lack is never a woman, it's you."

Zhao Siqing looked up at him, lost his mind, and looked at him with swollen eyes.

Huo Jingchen gently kissed her eyes and whispered, "fortune teller says I lack you in five elements."

Zhao Siqing couldn't help chuckling and said, "then what else did he say?"

Huo Jingchen's black eyes looked at her directly and said slowly, "you are doomed to be mine."

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds. His cheek was a little hot. He looked at him and said softly, "when did you become a fortune teller?"

What fortune tellers say She could see that he was talking nonsense.

Huo Jingchen bent his lips and whispered, "I'll feel my bones and fortune telling, or you can feel them for me."

Zhao Siqing raised his eyes and looked at him. There was more shame in his bleak eyes: "Huo Jingchen, is it so hard to be a person?"

Huo Jingchen chuckled and said, "it's hard to be in front of you."

Zhao Siqing turns his head and doesn't pay any more attention to him. A pair of red ears are transparent and lovely.

Huo Jingchen looked at the little woman sitting not far in front of her. She was wearing a pink nightdress, her hair was loose, and she was holding the quilt casually. There was more coquetry between her cold eyebrows. She was especially confused in the deep night.

Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little and pulled her back into his arms, whispering, "Qing Qing, are you together, OK?"

Zhao Siqing was in a trance for a few seconds.

His voice was hoarse, as if he was begging or expecting.

Huo Jingchen's Adam's Adam's Apple moved, and he lowered his eyes and said slowly: "if it goes on like this, I must be crazy..."