The next day, twelve noon.
Zhao Siqing got up in a daze. He couldn't tell the day from the night. The whole person was a little sleepy.
After looking at the time, she turned around and went down to wash her face.
Can just climb out of bed, foot then stepped on something, along with stuffy hum, the thing on the ground moved
Zhao Siqing also fell down because he didn't stand firm.
Before Huo Jingchen woke up, he felt a pain in his waist and opened his eyes with his eyebrows twisted. Before he could see clearly, a soft body fell directly towards him.
He frowned, instinctively catching.
But that's it Zhao Siqing's eyes are still red with pain
Hiss ~
the floor is hard, so is his body.
This fall, Zhao Siqing is completely awake, look at the body next to the handsome face, and finally remember that he slept in the bedroom last night.
As if aware of her line of sight, Huo Jingchen slowly opened his eyes, and there were many bloodstains under his eyes.
Zhao Siqing's throat was tight. He knew that he was very angry when he got up, so he was a little nervous.
"Early Good morning ~ "\ B Zhao Siqing said hello in a low voice.
Huo Jingchen smiled softly. He closed his eyes again when his big hand fell on her waist. In a low voice, he said, "I'll give you a hug in the morning. What's your heart?"
Zhao Siqing's eyes were dazzled by his smile, his eyes fell on the light stubble of his chin, and he could not help but reach out his fingers and touch it gently.
"I forgot you were on the ground..." She spoke softly.
Huo Jingchen's eyes didn't open, but he whispered, "I know I'm on the ground. When are you going to pick me up?"
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, but could not help chuckling.
This is a strange metaphor.
He's not a thing, but how to pick it up?
"It's noon. I'll wash first." Zhao Siqing spoke softly.
"Well..." Huo Jingchen responded lazily, but still didn't let her go.
When Zhao Siqing saw that he was about to fall asleep again, he moved to get up.
But who knows, she moves, Huo Jingchen falls on her waist's hand then forced a few minutes, his hoarse voice spreads below the body: "you stepped on hurt me."
"Well...??" Zhao Siqing subconsciously opened his mouth and reacted for a few seconds before realizing that he just seemed to step on his waist.
She would be confused, and her feet would be light.
"Is it serious?" She asked softly, a little worried.
"Huo Jingchen light answer:" serious, waist to break
Seeing this, Zhao Siqing went back to his mind and realized that he was playing tricks.
Before the fight into such a silent, she stepped on his waist is broken.
"Then you take good care of it. I'll wash it." Zhao Siqing spoke in a warm voice.
See did not get concern, Huo Jingchen twisted his eyebrows, some dissatisfaction, when the woman who was about to get up pulled back: "no, you rub me."
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds and then said, "rub yourself You didn't break your hand... "
Huo Jingchen finally slowly opened his eyes, a pair of black eyes looked directly at Zhao Siqing, eyes full of discontent: "Zhao Siqing, life can not be without conscience."
The voice just fell. Before Zhao Siqing could speak, Huo Jingchen had caught her small hand, touched her pajamas and fell on her waist.
The man's strong waist is tight and strong with clear texture.
After his hand was pressed on his waist and abdomen, Zhao Siqing's fingertips trembled slightly, touching his warm and smooth skin, his throat tightened, and the whole person was a little nervous.