After drying his hair, Huo Jingchen sat on the SOFA and watched TV for a while.
It was almost midnight when he turned off the lights and lay on the bed.
He rested his head on his arm and looked at the strange ceiling. He didn't seem to be sleepy.
It seemed that he hadn't been this close to her for a long time.
He slept in a room.
Huo Jingchen took out his phone and couldn't help but send her a message.
Zhao Siqing was still awake when she heard her phone vibrate faintly.
She took the phone and looked at it. It was a text message.
There was no note on the sender, but she knew it was Huo Jingchen.
[ the floor is so hard. ]
Zhao Siqing stared at the words on the screen for a while and did not reply. She knew that this man was always pushing his luck.
Not long after, another text message from Huo Jingchen came in. [ the living room is so cold. ]
Zhao Siqing smiled slightly, but still did not reply.
Huo Jingchen waited for a long time with his arm on his pillow. He secretly cursed Zhao Siqing for being heartless, but he could not help but send another text message.
Just as Zhao Siqing was thinking about what note to save for him, another text message popped in. [ why is the living room so dark? ]
Zhao Siqing chuckled and saved the number for him. Note: Huo Shijing.
After saving it, she replied to him with a message: [ sleep early, good night. ]
Huo Jingchen stared at the short line of words on the screen. His gaze softened a little, but he didn't reply. He just closed his eyes and said softly, "good night. "
Zhao Siqing also put her phone by the bed and planned to sleep.
It was silent, and the night was silent.
Twenty minutes later, in the quiet and peaceful night, Huo Jingchen suddenly sat up in the living room in annoyance.
Why could he only sleep on the floor here?
That little radish from the Li family could sleep next to her?
No, even in her arms!
When he thought of this, Huo Jingchen became impatient. His eyes were filled with hostility, and he did not feel sleepy at all.
No, he could not throw it out.
He would fall into Li Feihuan's trap just like that.
Huo Jingchen's face was dark, and he laid back down again. He pulled the quilt and told himself.
I can't let her hate me, I can't make her angry, I can't... ...
Forget it, I can't take it anymore.
The man who had just laid down for a few seconds suddenly lifted the blanket and got up. He turned around and walked towards the bedroom.
The bedroom door seemed to be broken. Although it was tightly shut, Huo Jingchen still easily pushed the door open.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he slowly walked towards the big bed.
She seemed to be afraid of the dark, and she always used to turn on a small light when she slept.
Huo Jingchen walked to the side of the bed, and his gaze fell on Zhao Siqing first.
She leaned her body on her arm, and her hair fell gently on her shoulder. Her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and under the dim light, her face was gentle and calm. There was also a kind of coldness and indifference that no one dared to blaspheme. She was like a sleeping fairy.
Huo Jingchen stood by the bed and looked at her in a daze. He could not help but reach out and gently roll up a strand of her hair.
He smiled gently, his gaze gentle, and said softly, "it's mine. "
What responded to him was only the uniform sound of two breaths, one big and one small.
Huo Jingchen did not dare to stay any longer. Standing by her side, he felt the faint sweetness of her body in the air.
He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would lose control and do something.
After all, to her, he was just a strange man that she had only known for a few months.
Huo Jingchen slowly lowered his eyes to hide the obscurity in his eyes.
He got up and looked at the little radish head in the bed. He frowned and was extremely annoyed.
He walked to the end of the bed and pulled the little radish head down along with the quilt.