The woman in his arms was restless. Huo Jingchen's brows gradually furrowed.
He hadn't woken up yet, but a certain part of his body woke up first.
Before Zhao Siqing realized it, Huo Jingchen slowly opened his bloodshot eyes and scooped her onto his body. His voice was low and hoarse. "What are you doing so early in the morning? "
Zhao Siqing's entire body was pressed against his chest, and her face turned even redder.
She was in a hurry to remember, but Huo Jingchen refused to let her. In the end, she ended up half sitting on his waist.
The man's waist and abdomen were strong and strong. Through the thin layer of clothing, the temperature was hot.
Zhao Siqing was still wearing a nightgown. Her eyes were red from being annoyed by this position, and she struggled to climb down from his body.
Huo Jingchen was annoyed by her, so he turned over and pressed her under his body.
His eyes were dark as he stared at her. He was still unconscious, but his big hand had already habitually touched her thigh. He even pushed the Hem of the nightgown up a little. "Do I have to teach you a lesson? "
Zhao Siqing was frightened by him. She could clearly feel the warm and strong palm on her thigh, and her heart was trembling.
"Huo Jingchen... " she said softly, her voice a little choked up.
Huo Jingchen lowered his head and kissed her lips. Zhao Siqing turned her head to avoid him.
His kiss landed on the side of her face, making him a little dissatisfied.
His gaze turned cold, and his large hand reached up a little. His fingertips hooked the edge of her underwear and were about to pull it down. His movements were skillful.
Zhao Siqing's face gradually turned a little Pale, and she carelessly touched the cabinet at the side.
Her fingertips touched a smooth thing, and she grabbed it and smashed it on his head.
There was a dull thud, and a few drops of blood oozed out from Huo Jingchen's head.
The blood slowly slid down his cheek, making his already overly cold and Pale face look even more seductive.
Zhao Siqing stared at him in a daze, until the blood dripped onto her nightdress. Only then did she come back to her senses.
Huo Jingchen had also completely woken up by now, and he stared at her with a dark gaze.
Zhao Siqing's eyes were red, and her voice trembled slightly. "I... I'll send you to the hospital. "
She pushed him away and hurriedly climbed out of bed. She didn't even bother to put on her shoes and was about to run away.
Huo Jingchen lowered his eyes and reached out to pull her back. He said in a deep voice, "it's cold on the ground. Don't run around. "
Zhao Siqing didn't say anything. Her small face was a little Pale, and her entire body was cold.
She didn't know what she was thinking at that moment. It was as if she was thinking about that evening six years ago, or the hideous laughter of those people, or more like she was thinking about Xiaoxi's tears.
Seeing that her hands and feet were cold, Huo Jingchen pulled her into his arms and swept the broken glass pieces on the bed onto the ground. Then, he wrapped her in the quilt.
Zhao Siqing lowered her eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry. "
She had always thought that his paranoia and madness were a kind of illness, but was she not the same?
She was immersed in the pain and memories of the past, unable to extricate herself.
Even after learning psychology for so many years, she still could not cure herself.
Look, how ridiculous.
Huo Jingchen frowned and coaxed her gently, "don't be afraid, I'm fine. "
Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled, but she did not say anything.
She knew that he had always been irritable and absent-minded when he was woken up.
So she could have used more words to wake him up just now, and she could have handled this matter calmly... ...
However, her mind went blank.
The scenes from six years ago kept running through her mind, making her almost lose the ability to think.