214 Chapter 213 care

Zhao Siqing heard the sound of the door closing and ignored him. She felt a little dizzy.

Huo Jingchen went straight to the nearest supermarket and found the area for female hygiene products.

Looking at the colorful packaging and various brands in front of him, Huo Jingchen furrowed his brows. He couldn't tell the difference at all.

The two women at the side were also looking at him. When they saw him, they couldn't help but secretly size him up.

There was nothing they could do. His face was too eye-catching. It was hard to ignore.

Moreover, his handsome face was red and green, and his body was stained with blood. It was even more eye-catching.

"He's so handsome... he's still so handsome even after being beaten so badly... "

"But he has so much blood on him. Doesn't he need to go to the hospital? "

"could he be a pervert? "

"I don't think so. I think he's buying it for his girlfriend. "

...

The two of them were whispering to each other, which annoyed Huo Jingchen. However, the words "girlfriend" made him a little absent-minded.

After an unknown amount of time, he came back to his senses.

He frowned and scanned the shelves. He simply chose the most expensive brand and bought two bags of each.

After he turned around and left, he returned to the department store and bought some other things... ...

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More than an hour later, Zhao Siqing frowned and fell asleep in a daze. She was woken up by the pain from the wound on her arm.

She opened her eyes with a frown and looked at the time. It was only nine o'clock in the evening.

Zhao Siqing slowly got up and found a pink and white hot water bag on her stomach. The temperature was just right and it was exceptionally comfortable.

Did he buy it?

Zhao Siqing was a little absent-minded. She turned around and did not see Huo Jingchen.

Her gaze fell on the low table in the bedroom. There were two large shopping bags on it. One of them contained a lot of sanitary pads, and the other was full of snacks.

Before Zhao Siqing could regain her senses, Huo Jingchen had already pushed the door open and entered.

He had just finished showering. His hair was still a little damp, and the bloodstains on his body had already been washed away. He had changed into a set of black pajamas, and the hostility on his body had also dissipated a lot.

Zhao Siqing avoided his gaze and held the hot water bag in her arms without making a sound.

Huo Jingchen saw that she had woken up, so he turned around and went to the kitchen to bring in the brown sugar and Ginger water that had just been boiled.

He handed her the Mug and said in a hoarse voice, "drink this, it'll feel better. "

Zhao Siqing turned her head to look, and a dense steam blew into her face. There was a faint smell of ginger, but there was an indescribable warmth to it.

She silently reached out to take it, glanced at him, and did not say a word.

The warm water flowed down her throat and entered her stomach. It was exceptionally comfortable.

Huo Jingchen sat at the foot of the bed and lifted the quilt a little, his big hand grabbing her little feet.

Zhao Siqing was shocked and wanted to pull back reflexively. "What are you doing? "

Perhaps it was because he had just taken a shower, but his palms were very hot, forming a sharp contrast with her still very cold feet.

Huo Jingchen silently took a pair of white furry socks, his big hand holding her little feet, and put the socks on for her.

Zhao Siqing stared blankly at the socks on her feet. It was a pair of pink and white kittens that were especially girly. It was very loose and soft on her feet, and the tube was very long, covering half of her calves There was a white lace at the top of the stockings, which looked very beautiful.

Looking at the man who lowered his head and put on his socks seriously, Zhao Siqing's gaze was a little complicated.

At this moment, it was really difficult for her to associate him with the man in the day.

Since she was young, from the time she had memories, no one had ever taken care of her so carefully.

Neither Yang Jingqiu nor Zhao Xingan had ever done that.

As for Lu Qian, she had never been so embarrassed in front of him, nor had she been so intimate with him.

But she had to admit that such warmth was coveted.