Zhao Siqing's face turned a little Pale. She subconsciously wanted to hide, but her waist was tightly encircled by him.
The memories from six years ago swept over her, and her tears fell uncontrollably.
A wave of warmth fell on Huo Jingchen's fingers. His eyes darkened, and his heart swelled and ached.
He pulled her into his arms and coaxed her in a low voice, "don't cry, I won't touch you. "
Zhao Siqing was still trembling. She closed her eyes, and the scenes from six years ago were like scenes from a movie.
She wasn't born with this weird Germaphobe.
It was just that since the incident six years ago, she seemed to have some kind of strange disease.
She felt disgusted and disgusted whenever she saw a man.
She had treated him for a long time, but she could only maintain a normal level of social interaction.
She was also afraid of the dark. She was afraid of that kind of impenetrable darkness. It was so dark that it looked like the place where she had hidden in the past.
It was funny, but no one knew that she was a psychiatrist, but she could not even cure herself.
When she thought of Xiaoxi's death six years ago...
Zhao Siqing closed her eyes in pain.
She was still alive. She, the culprit, was still alive and well, safe and sound.
But Xiaoxi was dead. She had long gone to her grave.
She could not help but think that if gu Xiaoxi had not been with her that day.. If it had not been for saving her... ...
Would she not have died in the end.
At the thought of this, and at the thought of Gu Xiaoxi's death, Zhao Siqing's tears fell uncontrollably.
The woman's tears wetted his chest, burning hot.
Huo Jingchen reached out and gently lifted her chin. There were a few tears on her palm-sized face, and he gently wiped them away with his thumb.
Zhao Siqing slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyelashes were still wet.
Huo Jingchen's eyes were dark as he said softly, "If you cry again, I'll kiss you. "
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds and wanted to avoid him.
This time, Huo Jingchen did not restrain her but let go.
After gaining her freedom, Zhao Siqing randomly wiped the tears off her face and looked at Huo Jingchen with a pale face. Her eyes were cold as she said seriously, "Huo Jingchen, I have a mysophobia towards men, so don't touch me casually in the future. "
Huo Jingchen was stunned for a few seconds and slowly said, "all? "
Zhao Siqing didn't know why he asked that, but she just looked at him and nodded gently.
Hearing that, Huo Jingchen fell silent. He pursed his thin lips and his face gradually turned pale.
He once thought that she was targeting him, thinking that she was rejecting his touch.
It turned out that it was not just him, but all the opposite sex.
He thought of his previous life and felt a sharp pain.
In his previous life, he forced himself on her in a fit of anger.
That's right, it was his previous life.
He had never believed in heaven or fate, but when he woke up, he had returned to 12 years ago, back when she was still alive.
Only this time, he was too afraid to approach her again.
He had never denied that he was sick. He could not control his sick possessiveness.
That was why he had endured it for six years and never dared to approach her.
He thought that he could control himself very well, but he did not expect that he would lose control again and again after just one meeting.
Zhao Siqing saw that his face was particularly Pale and could not help but ask softly, "are you feeling unwell? "
Huo Jingchen came back to his senses and looked up at the woman in front of him. The image of her crying and begging him in his previous life appeared in his mind.
She begged him to stop, but he still wanted her badly.
Even though they really got together later, she never mentioned it again.
However, whenever Huo Jingchen thought about it, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He had always thought.. That she just hated him... ...
So even though he knew that she would hate him more, he still did not care.