59 Chapter 59

Seeing that Huo Jingchen was counting down, Zhao Siqing turned around and pulled on a loose white knitted coat.

"three... two... One! " Just as his deep voice fell, Zhao Siqing happened to open the door ...

The moment the door opened, Zhao Siqing fell into a slightly cold embrace before she could even see his face clearly.

Seeing that she was still alive in front of him, Huo Jingchen could not help but pull her into his arms.

"Qingqing... " he lowered his eyes and his big hand landed on her waist and back very tightly.

She was still alive.. Not Dead in front of him.

Huo Jingchen's eyes were a little sore, and his arms wrapped around her even tighter, wishing that he could rub her into his bones and blood.

The most real warmth and touch in his arms made his panicked heart gradually relax.

Huo Jingchen could not tell which was the dream.

But he knew that whether it was a dream or a wake-up, as long as she was still there, it was good.

If she was awake, he would never sleep again.

If it was a dream, he would never wake up again.

Zhao Siqing knocked against his hard chest and was stunned for a few seconds.

When she heard his trembling voice, she was in a daze and forgot to push him away.

After a few minutes, the touch gradually returned.

Only then did Zhao Siqing realize that her chest was tightly pressed against his.

She immediately came back to her senses and her face burned a little. "Huo Jingchen, have you hugged enough? "

Huo Jingchen slowly opened his dark red eyes. He knew that it was time to let go, but he could not bear to let go.

She was so fragrant and soft. How long had it been since he had hugged her like this.

It was really.. It was not enough.

Seeing that he still had no intention of letting go, Zhao Siqing lifted her leg and was about to kick him.

Even if he was sleepwalking, he could not be a hooligan, right?

Huo Jingchen reacted quickly. He held her knee with his big hand and said in a low voice, "what are you doing? ! "

Zhao Siqing took the opportunity when he let go and pushed him away, taking a few steps back.

Perhaps it was because he had hit her hard just now, but his chest still hurt a little.

"Mr. Huo, are you sleepwalking again? " Zhao Siqing asked patiently.

Huo Jingchen turned around and closed the door. He changed into a pair of shoes and said calmly, "No. "

"Then can you please explain the reason why you came to my place in the middle of the night? " Zhao Siqing saw him take a seat on the Sofa and followed him.

Seeing his pale face, she still remembered his good deeds and turned around to pour him a glass of warm water.

"nightmare. " Huo Jingchen looked up at her and opened his lips slightly.

His long and narrow eyes were staring at her, but there was a strange light that Xiafei had never seen before.

Zhao Siqing sat down on another single SOFA and asked gently, "what did you dream about this time? "

Huo Jingchen was silent for a few seconds, and his red lips slowly moved. "I dreamed... that you died. "

His voice was very soft, carrying an indescribable sense of loss and sadness.

It was so serious that Zhao Siqing could not believe that it was a joke.

But couldn't this Mr. Huo wish her well?

He dreamed that she died twice in a day... ...

Zhao Siqing felt that she was facing a great disaster recently?

She wondered if she should go back and ask Na Lan if there was any fortune-teller she knew who could read her fortune?

Zhao Siqing looked up and saw that he was holding a glass of water with his head slightly lowered.

The light shone on his body, and the broken hair on his forehead cast a shadow on his face. There was a kind of inexplicable loneliness.

Zhao Siqing sighed and said gently, "Huo Jingchen, I'm still alive and well. "

He looked up and met her serious and gentle eyes. After a while, he smiled gently.