Huo Jingchen raised her little face with his big hand and said in a low voice, "look at me. "
Zhao Siqing blinked her eyelashes and slowly looked up at the man in front of her. There was still a layer of mist on her eyelashes.
Huo Jingchen felt a pain in his heart and said softly, "it's my fault, it's none of your business. "
He subconsciously thought that they were still together in their previous life. He thought that every night and every morning, she would sleep by his side.
Those scenes made him accustomed to them. He was not sober enough to distinguish between his past life and present life. He could not distinguish between reality and dreams.
Zhao Siqing looked at him with red eyes. When she saw that the blood was still slowly rolling down his face, she could not help but say softly, "you're bleeding. I'll go to the hospital with you. "
"No need. I'LL GET TANG QI to call a doctor, " Huo Jingchen said in a deep voice and then called Tang Qi.
After the doctor checked that there was nothing serious, he treated Huo Jingchen's wound and then left.
Zhao Siqing heaved a sigh of relief. However, even after the doctor left, she was still a little absent-minded.
Once the doctor left, both of them fell silent, causing the atmosphere that was originally warm to be a little cold.
Zhao Siqing got up and glanced at him. Thinking of the scene just now, she didn't know how to face it.
She avoided his gaze and said softly, "I'm going to take a shower. "
Huo Jingchen reached out and grabbed her wrist, staring at her with his dark eyes. He said in a deep voice, "are you angry with me? "
Zhao Siqing looked at his dark eyes, and the warmth of his hand when it slid across her body appeared in her mind again.
She said softly, "let go of me first. "
Huo Jingchen wouldn't listen to her. He held her wrist tightly and said in a low voice after a few seconds of silence, "I thought it was a dream. "
Zhao Siqing looked at him and was stunned for a few seconds. She asked softly, "what did you dream about? "
She knew that he was not awake when he was not awake, but what he said and did were too intimate and natural.
Even though his attitude was impatient, Zhao Siqing could still feel that indulgence and familiarity, as if it was a habit formed over many years.
Huo Jingchen met her eyes and was silent for a few seconds. He said slowly, "you. "
Zhao Siqing was a little absent-minded.
Dream?
Did he dream about having sex with her... ... ?
At the thought of this, Zhao Siqing did not dare to ask again.
She looked away unnaturally. When she thought of the scene not long ago, her whole body felt hot.
Huo Jingchen saw that she seemed to have walked out of her previous emotions. He reached out and pulled her into his arms. He leaned his face against her hair and said in a low voice, "in the dream, I got you and lost you. "
Huo Jingchen could not help but think of the ten years in his previous life. He slowly lowered his eyes to cover the pain in his eyes.
Ten years were like a dream. It happened in the blink of an eye.
Her laughter and curses, her love, hatred, and infatuation. Everything in the past had long been sealed in the torrent of time.
In the end, she was the one who had completely forgotten him, leaving him alone to guard the ten years of love and hate as a prison.
He did not know whether this was luck or misfortune.
Time flew by like a white horse. It seemed that nothing was left behind.
After many years and countless midnight dreams, the only thing he could remember was the image of her dying in his arms.
The moment he thought of that, Huo Jingchen hugged her even tighter. His voice was low and hoarse as he said slowly, "Qing Qing, even in my dreams, I wanted to get you. "
Zhao Siqing was a little dazed.
She did not know what he meant by "having" . Was it a bout of sex and love, or was it referring to eternal imprisonment and possession.
She could only feel the loneliness and desolation on a man's body for no reason. It was like the yellow sand where not a single blade of grass grew, like a surging river.
He picked up the knife. He was a demon who killed Gods and Buddhas. He put down the knife and kowtowed in front of the Buddha again. He was the most devout believer.