Zhao Siqing asked in disbelief, "is it really sleepwalking? "
"Yes. " Huo Jingchen's expression did not change as he replied faintly.
Zhao Siqing sighed softly. Alright, now that she did not have money, she did not even dare to sleepwalk anymore.
Zhao Siqing suddenly remembered that he had asked her to lock the door last night. She could not help but ask, "Mr. Huo, when you sleepwalk... you won't break into other people's rooms, right? "
Huo Jingchen thought seriously for a while and said in a deep voice, "other people won't, but you, it's hard to say. "
Zhao Siqing... ...
"Why? "
Huo Jingchen looked at her and said softly, "you're not someone else. "
Zhao Siqing was stunned and could not help but ask, "Mr. Huo, did we know each other before? "
Huo Jingchen's gaze deepened. "No. "
Zhao Siqing wanted to ask again, but Huo Jingchen obviously did not want to continue this topic. He withdrew his gaze, got up, took out a medicine box from the cabinet, and handed it to Zhao Siqing. "Help me treat my wound. "
Zhao Siqing took it and looked at him. "Do you still have to be a part-time nurse as a psychologist now? "
Huo Jingchen Sat on the Sofa and looked at her. He said in a low and hoarse voice, "I don't need to, but I feel like I've lost too much blood, Dr. Zhao. "
Zhao Siqing looked at his long and slender hand. He had lost too much blood.
The wound was so scabbed that it couldn't bleed anymore... ...
Zhao Siqing put on a fake smile. "I might not be able to handle Mr. Huo's situation. I think we need to give him a blood transfusion first aid. "
Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark as he looked at her and thought seriously for a while.
He suddenly sat up straight and approached her, as if to discuss, "I think artificial respiration can save him. "
As he spoke, his gaze swept past her Pale Pink Lips.
Zhao Siqing felt a little nervous for no reason and immediately changed her words, "I think we can stop the bleeding first. "
Huo Jingchen sneered, "didn't you say you can't handle it well? "
"there are always exceptions, " Zhao Siqing said, resigned to her fate.
Huo Jingchen snorted twice and did not speak again.
Zhao Siqing took out a cotton swab and IODOPHOR, intending to disinfect and apply medicine to his wound that was about to recover. After all, applying medicine was better than artificial respiration, wasn't it... ...
His hands were slender and fair. His joints were not very big, and his nails were trimmed very neatly. There were Pale white crescent moons on the Pale pink color, which made him look exceptionally beautiful.
After sterilizing, Zhao Siqing took out two band-aids from the medicine box and applied them on him very seriously.
Huo Jingchen's eyes were deep, and he looked at her without blinking.
She sat beside him with her eyes slightly lowered. Her skin was as white as white jade, and there was a faint fragrance from her body that rushed into his nostrils. It was familiar yet strange.
Huo Jingchen's voice was low and hoarse. Suddenly, he asked, "what kind of man do you like? "
"Hmm? " She paused and looked up at him.
The two of them were very close to each other, so they could clearly see their own shadows reflected in each other's pupils.
"Why are you asking this? " Zhao Siqing retracted her gaze and helped him to settle the last part.
Huo Jingchen looked at her directly and said softly, "I want to become the person you like. "
Zhao Siqing was silent for a few seconds and said slowly, "a person like Mr. Huo doesn't need to become the person anyone likes. "
*
When she got home, Zhao Siqing tidied up Lu Qian's things.
Half of the bookshelf was filled with rare cds and cassettes. Lu Qian liked these.
When they came back from country m together, he rented a house outside.
Because he didn't have time to tidy up, he left these treasures with her first. He never took them away after that.
When he was halfway through tidying up, the doorbell rang.
Zhao Siqing put down the things in her hands and went to open the door. The moment she saw the person, her expression turned cold.