President, please spoil me!

Huo Sicheng grabbed her wrist and pressed it to the top of her head. His thick eyes that seemed to drip ink were staring deeply at her tear-stained face, and the tip of his heart was throbbing.

So lovely and pitiful.

Even in a dream, only Xing Xiaohua, who has lost her memory, can cry so unscrupulously.

But Xing Xiaohua, who has lost her memory, has no reason to cry like this. Apart from being scolded and ridiculed by him, there is nothing else that will keep her awake at night. Hers still belonged to Xing Hua.

The dark wound hidden in her heart, even if it is amnesia, can't she get rid of it?

Thinking of this, he actually felt a sense of suffocation that merged with the dead silence.

Huo Sicheng looked at the tears stained on her eyelashes, unconsciously lowered his head and leaned against her, almost kissing her lips.

But at the distance of a thin sheet of paper, he still held back after all.

The cold water was splashed on the face, and the external nerves were stimulated. Xing Hua suddenly opened his eyes, his slightly dilated pupils looked at the ceiling above his head, panting heavily, and the water droplets on his face quietly flowed into his neck.

Until a deep and familiar voice sounded beside her, "Are you awake?"

Seeing that her eyes were out of focus, Huo Sicheng didn't seem to have regained consciousness even though she had woken up. He frowned and pinched her chin, forcing her to face him, and looked at her, and said in a deep voice, "Xing Hua , do you know where you are?"

She rolled her eyes, finally saw him clearly, moved her lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Husband."

"Well, it's me."

She sat up all of a sudden, threw herself into his arms in panic, wrapped her arms around his neck, her slender and soft body trembled in his arms, and murmured incoherently, "It's terrible, it's terrible... Could it be that the person I killed came to seek revenge from me?"

Huo Sicheng saw that she was thin and weak, so when she hugged him, he subconsciously wrapped her arms around her waist. Hearing this, his pupils trembled, and he said sharply, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

In the dead of night, the man's voice sounded particularly frightening.

Xing Hua seemed to be frightened and shook in his arms.

He frowned and slowed down his tone, "If you say you are uneducated, do you really think that you have no education? The nightmare is because you have been thinking about those things in the past few days. Who told you that you are dead? Do people have the ability to crawl into your dream and take revenge?"

She hugged the man's waist tightly, looked up at his curved and firm jaw, and murmured, "But I always dream that someone tells me to die."

The arc of Huo Sicheng's jaw line became even tighter, "Except for your brother, the death of others is their own business and has nothing to do with you. Will your brother crawl into your dream to kill you if he sacrificed his life to save you?" ?”

She thought about it and shook her head blankly.

After a while, she said in a panic, "Did I bump into Song Huixi and she hated me, so she wanted me to kill me? Yes, I think the voice in my dream was a woman's voice..."

The man interrupted her, "She's not dead yet."

Xing Hua was startled for a while, and her sluggish nerves slowly came to her senses.

Song Huixi turned into a vegetable, but she is not dead yet.

Song Huixi was mentioned again, and he was going to be unhappy again.

As expected, Huo Sicheng let go of her and turned around, not knowing where he was going.

Xing Hua looked at him dully, she couldn't turn her mind for a while, she didn't realize it at the moment, although she also had nightmares before, but after waking up, she only felt uncomfortable for a minute or two, but tonight she was extremely flustered , uneasy, restless.

The man went away for a while and came back. He took a towel and soaked it in hot water. His handsome face was gentle and calm. He stood by the bed and wiped the tears on her face, as well as the water that was splashed just now.

His movements are gentle.

Yes, Xing Hua was sure, very gentle, so gentle that it was unreal.

The dull and slow mind finally recalled what he said just now——

[Except for your brother, the death of others is their own business and has nothing to do with you. If your brother risked his life to save you, would he crawl into your dream and ask you to die? 】

As expected, he knew everything about the Xing family clearly, and it was by no means like he didn't know what he didn't want to answer back then.

Xing Hua sat obediently, allowing him to wipe herself, and looked at him without blinking.

After wiping her face with a hot towel, she felt a little better.

The man threw the towel, lowered his eyes, and asked gently, "Is it better?"

Xing Hua was flattered by his concern, "It's a bit hot and stuffy."

Huo Sicheng looked around, and without much hesitation, he hugged the woman horizontally, and strode out the door with long legs.

Xing Hao wrapped her arms around the man's neck, looked at his profile, and asked aggrievedly, "Are you going to send me back to the master bedroom?"

He said lightly, "Isn't the master bedroom where you should be?"

She pursed her lips and lowered her head.

I don't know if he saw the medicine bottle today.

She also felt that if she was haunted by nightmares, he still didn't want to care about her. Whether he knew about her "depression" or not, there was no need for her to pester him.

Huo Sicheng carried her back to the bedroom, but instead of putting her on the bed, he let her open the French window leading from the bedroom to the balcony, and carried her to the double sofa.

Then he went back to the bedroom, took the thin quilt she had covered earlier, and wrapped it around her body.

Xing Wei stared blankly at the man's handsome and gentle face under the soft-toned light, and said, "Honey, why did you bring me here?"

He glanced at her and replied lightly, "Aren't you hot and stuffy, let the natural wind blow."

The wind in the middle of the night in early autumn, the temperature is cool and cool.

Xing Hua is a typical snake-beating stick, and while slipping into the man's arms, he covered him with a blanket, and said, "It's still a bit cold so late, it's warmer to hug."

Huo Sicheng looked down at her face, as if he felt it was amused, a slight smile curled up on the corners of his lips, and he let her "play around", neither stopping her nor taking her out.

Xing Hua lay in his arms for a while, then suddenly raised her face and said anxiously, "Honey, you are so nice to me all of a sudden, am I dreaming?"

"Did I treat you well?"

She blinked, "According to the standard of a normal couple, of course it's not, but according to your previous...Of course it's very good."

Huo Sicheng didn't answer her.

The cool night wind blew her hair, he raised his hand, and gently scraped her face with his fingers, there seemed to be some deep meaning hidden in his eyes, his voice was hoarse, and the meaning was unknown, "You sneaked into my room at night Sleeping in the room is because sleeping with me will prevent you from having nightmares?"

Tonight should be an exception. Maybe the psychiatrist's cross-examination forced her to face the things she didn't want to face. In the previous few nights, although she didn't sleep soundly, she was still barely stable.