Chapter 388

Zhao Siqing smiled at him gently and did not ask again.

She just felt that his temperament seemed to be similar to the man in her dream.

No, it's not just like having sex.

But will that person be him?

Zhao Siqing is a little confused. He doesn't understand why he dreams about those strange dreams.

She was in a daze for a while.

Listening to her shallow breath, Huo Jingchen slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms with complicated eyes.

Did she detect anything?

She's so smart Something must have been detected

*At half past six, Zhao Siqing was struggling to wake up in a choking prison.

Looking at the man sleeping uneasily on his side, Zhao Siqing slowly relaxed and gradually woke up.

This sleep, she slept very uncomfortable, Huo Jingchen really held her too tight, with a strong sense of oppression, she almost felt hard to breathe in her sleep.

She breathed softly, trying to take his hand away.

Huo Jingchen twisted his brow, and subconsciously held her tighter.

Even across the quilt, Zhao Siqing still felt that his waist was almost cut off by him.

Her whole body was tightly clasped in his arms. Zhao Siqing said softly, "Huo Jingchen."

Hearing her voice, Huo Jingchen's eyelashes trembled.

After a while, I opened my eyes gently.

His eyes were dark and bloodshot, and he had obviously slept for a while.

Zhao Siqing said in a soft voice, "you'll have a rest. I'll make some breakfast."

Huo Jingchen didn't respond. Obviously, people haven't sobered up yet.

Zhao Siqing took his hand off, covered the quilt for him, put on his slippers and went out of the bedroom quietly.

Because it's a weekend, she doesn't have to worry about Yang Jingqiu getting up early.

Although Yang Jingqiu is extremely self-discipline, he must supplement his physical strength every weekend.

Zhao Siqing plans to make a simple breakfast and let Huo Jingchen eat his fill before leaving.

After she washed her hair in a hurry, she took a ball around her hair, and then cooked some eggs in Qingzhou in the kitchen, intending to fry some more eggs.

Before long, the sound of footsteps began.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and subconsciously thought it was Yang Jingqiu.

Just turned around, she suddenly fell into a warm embrace, Huo Jingchen tightly hugged her behind her, looked at her forehead, and then whispered, "don't burn."

"How did you get out?" Zhao Siqing was a little uncomfortable with this too intimate posture, but he didn't hide.

Huo Jingchen is obviously not very clear-minded and doesn't like to talk much depending on her.

Seeing this, Zhao Siqing didn't ask again. After frying some poached eggs, he steamed some dumplings.

Then, she plans to stir fry a little more, so that breakfast will be enough.

Huo Jingchen has been holding her behind him, saying nothing but refusing to give up. Zhao Siqing only feels inconvenient and coaxes him to go back to his room several times, but he refuses to leave.

"My mother will see it when she gets down." Zhao Siqing said softly.

Huo Jingchen's voice was low and dumb, and he said slowly, "it's just the right time to see that the raw rice has been cooked."

His warm and lazy breath was scattered in her ear, and Zhao Siqing, who was cutting potatoes, felt that this scene seemed to have happened.

She thought about it for a while, and finally thought of it as if she had dreamed it in a dream.

Thinking of this, Zhao Siqing could not help but turn his face slightly, look at Huo Jingchen and say softly: "Huo Jingchen, you used to Have you seen me? "