Huo Jingchen slowly leaned closer to her. The woman was wearing a pink gauze dress. Her skin was snow-white, and her palm-sized face looked a little cold. She was so pure and beautiful that people wanted to get close to her, but they did not dare to profane her.
He was getting closer and closer to her. The faint smell of sea salt on his body carried a hint of coolness, but because of his approach.
She slowly hid behind him, and her cold and beautiful eyes looked at him a little nervously.
"You... what are you doing... "
"If you don't shut up, I'LL KISS YOU! "
Zhao Siqing swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth. She looked at him warily, not daring to say a word.
Huo Jingchen withdrew his gaze, turned around, and continued to tidy up his things.
Zhao Siqing sat next to the cabinet in a daze. She watched him unpack, unpack, unpack, and unpack. However, she did not dare to say another word.
He felt that this man was not only crazy, he might also have a tidying habit.
Not only did he fill in all his things in her house, but he also tidied up her messy place.
Zhao Siqing comforted herself.
Maybe it was a good thing for him to move in.. Maybe it was a good thing... ...
Sob, I want to cry.
I CAN'T CONVINCE MYSELF!
In the end, the coffee table was moved to a corner, and the place in front of the Sofa became Huo Jingchen's dragon bed. In the end, he still moved in.
Seeing that it was a foregone conclusion, Zhao Siqing wanted to cry but had no tears.
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Just then, there was a bang in the bedroom.
Zhao Siqing came back to her senses and hurriedly got up to run back to the bedroom.
The little ball in pajamas was standing on Tiptoe next to the cabinet, and there was a broken glass beside her feet.
Hearing the noise, he turned his head to look at Zhao Siqing, and Hei Hao's eyes looked at her.
"How is it? Are you hurt? " Zhao Siqing picked him up and quickly checked his hands and feet.
Li Feiyuan shook his head, still staring at her without saying anything.
Seeing that he was not hurt, Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief, "do you want some water? I'll get it for you. "
Zhao Siqing got up and was about to get some water, but as soon as she turned around, she bumped into Huo Jingchen's arms, feeling a little dizzy.
"Be careful not to step on the glass, " Zhao Siqing reminded him and went to the living room to pour some water.
Huo Jingchen stood by the bed and looked down at the little radish head sitting on the bed, his eyes deep.
I WANT TO THROW IT OUT!
But I can't.
Li Feiyuan noticed his gaze and looked up along the way from his trousers. Finally, he sat on the bed and looked up at Huo Jingchen.
Huo Jingchen sneered, "Little Brat. "
Li Feiyuan frowned his delicate little eyebrows, obviously dissatisfied with this. His eyes were also a little violent, like a little beast.
"Your name is Li Feiyuan? " Huo Jingchen asked in a deep voice.
Li Feiyuan remained silent. He only glared at Huo Jingchen.
Huo Jingchen tugged at his red lips and laughed mockingly, "the FAT Feiyuan? "