Zhao Siqing saw that he didn't struggle and didn't make a sound.
A few seconds later, Huo Jingchen slowly closed his eyes and let go of her.
Not long after, Tang Qi used a tray to deliver the tools that Zhao Siqing needed.
The method that Zhao Siqing planned to use was a folk prescription. She used the steam from the chrysanthemum soup to steam her head.
She wasn't sure if it would work, but she thought it would at least make him feel better.
As she got closer, Huo Jingchen could smell the faint fragrance of her body, which somehow made him feel at ease.
He didn't actually think that she would find a way to relieve his headache.
He just wanted her to stay with him for a while.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to see her for a long time.
Zhao Siqing poured the chrysanthemum soup into the steam meter and waited for the white mist to spray out.
He placed the steam meter near Huo Jingchen's head. The warm steam carried a faint Chrysanthemum Fragrance, which made people relax involuntarily.
Then, she put a hot towel on his forehead, took a cushion, and knelt on the side of the Sofa, massaging the acupuncture points on his head.
Huo Jingchen closed his eyes and didn't speak.
Her fingers were warm and smooth, and her strength was very light.
Under the warm light of the night, a woman wearing a light pink nightgown knelt on the floor, her gaze gentle.
Tang Qi watched from the side for a while, then turned around and went to the kitchen. He took out a few medicine bottles and needles from the drawer and threw them on the operating table.
Zhao Siqing massaged him for about half an hour. When she saw that his breathing had gradually become even, she stopped.
She was very close to him. She could see that his eyelashes were long and dense, his nose bridge was very straight, his skin was very white, and his lips were a little thin. He pursed his lips slightly, as if he was not very happy.
Zhao Siqing withdrew her gaze. She planned to put away the wine glass on the coffee table and then pour him a glass of water.
He was still drinking with such a headache. It would be strange if it did not hurt more.
However, the moment she moved, her wrist suddenly tightened. Huo Jingchen grabbed her tightly, his black eyes sharp. "where are you going? "
"I'm going to get you a glass of water, " Zhao Siqing said softly.
Huo Jingchen stared at her for a few seconds, then slowly let go of her.
When Zhao Siqing turned to the kitchen to get some water, her gaze fell on a bunch of medicine bottles and needles on the operating table. She put down the glass of water and slowly walked forward.
She picked up a medicine bottle and looked at the sleeping pills, painkillers, and injection tranquilizers under the kitchen light.
Zhao Siqing was a little absent-minded. She turned to look in the direction of the living room, her fingertips trembling.
Who was using these drugs?
Was it him.
Forget about the painkillers and sleeping pills, they were still common prescription drugs.
But why were there still sedatives?
She knew that he would sometimes lose control of his emotions, but was it to the point where he needed to be injected with sedatives?
Zhao Siqing felt a sense of unspeakable frustration. She stood in the kitchen for a long time.
Only when she gradually calmed down did she return to the living room.
She had just walked to the SOFA when Huo Jingchen opened his eyes. Zhao Siqing placed the water on the coffee table, and her gaze fell on the wine glass at the side.
Ha, drinking wine with a headache?
Drinking wine with medicine?
He must be tired of living.
Zhao Siqing felt an inexplicable anger in her heart. She silently took the wine and glass and threw them into the kitchen.
After returning, Zhao Siqing looked at Huo Jingchen and said, "I'm going back. "
Hearing this, Huo Jingchen paused for a few seconds and got up to change his clothes.
Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, then turned around to avoid her gaze.
After coming back to her senses, she immediately planned to go downstairs.
Huo Jingchen furrowed his brows, his head still hurting as if it was about to explode. "Stop. "
Zhao Siqing slowly stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him.
"I'll send you. " Huo Jingchen's tone softened a little, but it was still very low.