63 Chapter 63

Before Zhao Siqing could speak, Huo Jingchen had already closed the bathroom door tightly.

She came back to her senses and ran up to him, patting the bathroom door. "Mr. Huo, that's my cup, not a pig's cup! "

The sound of water was already coming from inside. It was very loud, much louder than usual.

Zhao Siqing was not sure if he could hear her.

Just as she was about to return to the kitchen, Huo Jingchen's deep voice came from inside. "It's all the same. "

Zhao Siqing... ...

Yes, he was very good.

Zhao Siqing turned around with a straight face and went to the kitchen, silently stuffing one of the two eggs that she had just taken out.

She decided that his breakfast was gone.

A stupid person was not worthy of being treated gently.

*

Zhao Siqing's breakfast was ready, and the sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped.

Soon, the door was opened again.

Zhao Siqing was eating her breakfast when she heard the sound and turned to look at him.

Huo Jingchen came out of the bathroom in his pajamas. He was not wearing a shirt, and his strong body was not as thin as when he was wearing clothes. Instead, it was firm and strong.

The water droplets that had not been dried from his hair slowly slid down his chest muscles to his abdominal muscles.

Zhao Siqing quickly looked away and lowered her head to eat seriously.

Huo Jingchen walked to her side with his long legs and glanced at the vegetable porridge and eggs on the table for one person.

Very well, there was no one for him.

Before Zhao Siqing could say anything, half of the egg in her hand was suddenly snatched away by a large hand. A deep voice sounded above her head, "stealing food? "

A warm breath fell on the top of her head, and his body carried the Faint Fragrance of the shower gel that she was familiar with.

She looked up at him and saw that he was eating the remaining half of the egg that she had eaten.

Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds, and her little face flushed red. She stuttered, "that... that's mine? "

Huo Jingchen bent down slightly and asked in a low voice, "so? "

He suddenly moved closer, and Zhao Siqing's nerves tensed up.

The man's face, which had been covered by the hot air, was a little less Pale. There was a layer of fog in his deep black eyes, and his lips were red. He looked at her less coldly, but more lazily and roguishly.

She hurriedly avoided his gaze, not daring to look around, only hoping that he would stay away from her.

His face was born to bewitch the world. Damn it!

"You... you can eat it, can you stay away from me? " Zhao Siqing straightened her back and asked softly.

Huo Jingchen chuckled and moved closer. "How far? "

A warm breath fell by her ear, and Zhao Siqing's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Huo Jingchen's gaze also fell on her face. Her skin was as white as porcelain, and when she lowered her eyes, she looked like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world.

His eyes darkened, and he wanted to kiss her.

Zhao Siqing's heart was burning for no reason, and she was a little flustered. She was on high alert.

The two of them stood in a stalemate for a long time, and neither of them made a sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Huo Jingchen suddenly stood up and turned to walk towards the balcony.

Zhao Siqing let out a sigh of relief.. Damn it... ...

Huo Jingchen stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. He felt his throat tighten, and it was unbearable.

There was a beast called desire that was rampaging inside the cage, and it was furious.

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Zhao Siqing hesitated for a moment, then walked to the balcony door and asked gently, "what are you going to wear later? "

Huo Jingchen furrowed his brows and didn't say anything. It seemed like he remembered that he had come here in his pajamas last night.

Zhao Siqing turned around and returned to her bedroom. Not long after, she found a set of men's clothes.

Huo Jingchen put out his cigarette and walked forward.

He walked to the side of the coffee table and glanced at the neatly arranged men's clothes on the SOFA. He pursed his lips slightly.

He looked up at Zhao Siqing with a gloomy gaze. "Lu Qian's? "