Chapter 385 you hug me

Zhao Siqing woke up crying. When she opened her eyes, the pillow had been completely wet.

She looked out of the window at the pale sky, only to feel the pain.

Zhao Siqing got up slowly, still immersed in the dream for a long time.

Why does she always dream about that man?

Still such a strange dream

In the dream, is she dead?

Zhao Siqing was stunned. Looking down the dim light, he saw Huo Jingchen lying on her small sofa with a pillow in his arms.

Because the sofa is too small and he is tall, he seems to be very uncomfortable, and his eyebrows are twisting all the time.

Zhao Siqing slowly got up, barefoot on the carpet, walked quietly to the sofa.

She squatted beside him and shook his hand gently: "Huo Jingchen..."

Huo Jingchen didn't seem to have slept very well. His eyebrows were tighter when he heard the movement. After a few seconds, he slowly opened his fierce eyes.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Zhao Siqing squatting beside him in a white bubble sleeve nightdress. His face was white, but his eyes were red and swollen, which seemed particularly painful.

Zhao Siqing's eyes were still red. She looked at him and said softly, "hold me."

Huo Jingchen gradually woke up and was in a soft mess. He took her to his leg and whispered, "what's the matter? Is it hard? "

He raised his hand and probed the temperature on her forehead.

He had only detected her temperature two hours ago. He shouldn't have a fever.

His big hands were cool, and it was very comfortable to fall on her forehead, which made Zhao Siqing sober up.

She leaned against him and lowered her eyes. "I have nightmares, and I'm sad," she said softly

Zhao Siqing can't tell why. It's just a dream, but she seems to be trapped in the sad mood of dream for a long time.

Huo Jingchen screwed up his eyebrows, put his big hand on her head and gently stroked her hair. He asked in a low voice, "what's the dream?"

Hearing his question, Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds and said slowly, "I dreamed I'm dead, a lot of blood. "

Her voice is very light, her eyes are also a little far away, like immersed in some thoughts.

Huo Jingchen's body is stiff for a few minutes, holding her big hand to tighten gradually, her Adam's apple is moving, and her voice is low and dumb: "dreams are contrary, don't think about it."

Zhao Siqing didn't make a sound, just thought of the man in his dream always had a kind of inexplicable familiarity.

However, when she wakes up, she feels like being pulled away from that man, which is hard to remember too much.

Huo Jingchen pressed her little head on her chest, chin against her head and whispered, "you are too tired recently. I'll take you out in a few days."

Zhao Siqing shook his head for a few seconds in silence and said softly: "I dream of a luxury villa, I dream of a man who can't see clearly, I commit suicide in front of him I dreamed that I was covered in blood and died in his arms... "

Listen to her words, Huo Jingchen's whole body is frozen, his eyes are sour and looking forward, his eyes have no focus.

His fingertips were quivering, and a cool feeling rose from the tailbone, and gradually spread to every inch of blood, making his throat tight and creating an indescribable uneasiness.

Zhao Siqing leaned against him and whispered, "I always dream about that man and that villa Every time it's a different situation, but it always makes me wonder if I've ever experienced it. "

Huo Jingchen's Adam's Apple moved, unable to speak.