Huo Jingchen Sat on the Sofa in a daze, thinking about something.
When Zhao Siqing came out of the bathroom, she saw this scene. The man in the white shirt had a scab on his forehead. He was sitting on the Sofa without saying a word.
"What happened to your forehead? " Zhao Siqing wiped her hair and asked softly.
Huo Jingchen came back to his senses. He looked at her with his dark eyes and said slowly, "I knocked it. "
Zhao Siqing sighed softly and turned to get the medicine box. "You go take a shower first. I'll help you deal with it after you're done. "
Huo Jingchen looked at her back and didn't say anything. A few seconds later, he got up and walked into the bathroom.
She actually.. Didn't hate him that much.
At least, unlike in his previous life, he didn't do so many things that she hated.
After Huo Jingchen came out of the bathroom, his hair was slightly wet, and his cold, handsome face had a hint of warmth. Other than his still gloomy and unpredictable eyes, he looked a little more innocent and harmless.
Zhao Siqing turned to look at him. The man was wearing a pair of gray pajamas, and his upper body was bare and fair.
A few drops of water rolled down his muscular body and muscles. It was an indescribable temptation.
Zhao Siqing hurriedly averted her gaze. Her voice did not change, but her ears turned red again. "Put your clothes on. "
Huo Jingchen Walked to the SOFA and sat down. He grabbed his shirt and put it on.
Zhao Siqing was slightly relieved. She opened the medicine box and gently brushed away the hair on his forehead.
The wound was not small. She did not know if it would leave a scar.
Zhao Siqing frowned. She disinfected him first and then applied some medicine powder on him.
Huo Jingchen looked at her with his long and narrow eyes. He pursed his lips and did not say a word.
She was very quiet. She stood beside him with a focused look on her face.
The Room was silent. Zhao Siqing only stopped after a few minutes. She looked at him and said slowly, "the ointment I prescribed last time is still a little bit. You should apply a little every day after the SCABS have formed. It shouldn't leave a scar. "
Huo Jingchen stared at her and did not say a word.
Zhao Siqing did not wait for a response. She turned around and planned to pack up the medicine box.
However, Huo Jingchen suddenly stood up and hugged her tightly from behind.
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds.
Huo Jingchen wrapped his big hand around her and rested his Chin on her neck. He said slowly, "I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore. "
His voice was low and hoarse, with a suppressed emotion.
Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly. She asked gently, "why? "
Huo Jingchen remained silent. He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes looked like they were made of two brushes.
Before he could reply, Zhao Siqing said again, "what if I really don't want to talk to you anymore? "
Hearing this, Huo Jingchen slowly opened his beautiful eyes, and his gaze was deep.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said, "even if I have to resort to any means, I will still keep you by my side. "
Huo Jingchen's lips parted slightly, but the scene of her death in his previous life could not help but appear in front of his eyes again, and his heart ached endlessly.
Zhao Siqing was a little dazed. His voice was cold and cruel, and it did not sound like a joke.
But for some reason, it seemed to be wavering, as if it was not that firm... ...
Zhao Siqing sighed softly and said gently, "Huo Jingchen, let's talk. "
Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and refused coldly, "No. "
Zhao Siqing was speechless. Before she could speak, she heard him say again, "I don't want to talk. "
Even if they talked, it was nothing more than the clich��s that she had advised him to let go.
He did not want to hear them at all.