President, please spoil me!

Huo Sicheng was like the driftwood floating on the water, no matter whether he could save her or not, she just wanted to hug her tightly.

Xing Hua likes to lie on the ground when she is down or at a loss, because the floor gives her an indescribable sense of solidity and security.

It was a long time after the man left that she slowly got up, walked slowly back to the side next to the bed, turned off the light, and lay down again with her pillow in her arms, but this time she was no longer lying straight facing the ceiling, Instead curl up.

Darkness gives people a sense of security in cover, and darkness also brings unknown phobias.

It was almost the middle of the night when Xing Hua slowly fell asleep with a splitting headache.

Once a person's spirit is negative, the quality of sleep tends to deteriorate.

Light sleep, nightmare.

The water spread from nowhere, flooding her mouth and nose boundlessly.

She struggled desperately, throwing her hands desperately, trying to escape the despair that suffocated her.

Finally... she supported something to float her head out of the water, her eyes were clouded by water droplets, and she could only gasp for breath, the sky seemed to be very cold, and the water was also icy, which made her tremble all over.

But before she could see clearly or think of something, she pressed her shoulder with one hand, and pushed her back into the water vigorously.

The cold female voice spread out like a three-dimensional sound effect, vibrating the eardrums all-pervasively. The hatred overflowed from the voice and splashed to every corner of the world, "Why didn't you die..."

"Damn you, why did your brother die for you?"

"Why don't you die yourself, kill your father..."

"Why is your life so hard, you just can't die?"

"Go to hell, it's you..."

"Go to hell..."

It was that familiar feeling of suffocation that made her tremble again, as if she would drown at any moment...

Or, subconsciously, she would rather drown herself once and for all.

"what……"

"don't want……"

"do not want!"

She woke up suddenly, sat up without warning, the room was full of darkness, only the cool sweat on her forehead and temples, and a heart beating crazily in her chest.

Unconsciously, she got up completely by instinct, touched the bedside and turned on the light. When the room was full of light, she managed to escape from the terribly real nightmare.

She stared blankly at the familiar bedroom as far as she could see, her pupils were dilated and almost without any focus, her forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat, and her hands were shaking all the time.

To be precise, she was shaking all over.

His hands and feet were cold, and his blood was cold.

And the world is a dark and cold icehouse.

Xing Hao got up and walked towards the door. After only two steps, she staggered and fell down due to numbness in her legs. She half-kneeled on the carpet, suffering from dull pain, but she seemed unconscious. She stood up and continued to walk out .

He turned the doorknob with his hand, and pushed the door lightly.

In fact, the night was not dark, and a faint moonlight came in from the second bedroom where the curtains were not drawn.

Although it is not clear, but the general outline can be seen clearly.

Xing Hua closed the door and walked over like a lonely soul. It seemed that only when she saw a living, real person in this real world, could she barely be sure that she had really walked out of the nightmare.

This person is Huo Sicheng, because he has comforted her in a similar scene.

She couldn't see the man's face clearly, but could only vaguely see the body lying on the bed.

In fact, she really wanted to climb onto the bed and hug her, but her rationality gradually recovered and warned her not to do so.

After standing for an indeterminate amount of time, the mental exhaustion made her very tired. Xing Hua still slowly squatted down against the edge of the bed, sat down until her legs were numb, and finally lay down.

Still curled up into a ball.

She held her breath, afraid of alarming anyone.

After three o'clock in the morning and close to four o'clock, the city was all asleep, silent and without lights.

Slowly, only the shallow breathing of the man on the bed seemed real and reassuring.

……

The man on the bed opened his eyes when the door was pushed open, but closed them again after a while.

It wasn't until Xing Hua stood beside the bed like a ghost in sleepwalking for an unknown how long, then slowly bent down, and after a long time, did she feel that her rapid and unsteady breathing gradually eased. subsided.

He opened his eyes and looked at the faintly white ceiling.

She should be driven back.

Otherwise, this woman will hug him like a drowning driftwood and refuse to let go.

Thinking of this, he turned over, turned sideways to the edge of the bed, and looked down at the ground.

On the backlit side, only a vague shadow can be seen, but she can still be clearly seen curled up into a ball.

Even if you haven't studied psychology specifically, most people with this common sense of psychology know that too much liking to curl up represents loneliness, fear, insecurity, and coldness.

A certain corner of his heart was still twitching uncontrollably, he restrained his breathing and other thoughts, pulled the thin blanket not far from his hand, covered the uncovered woman, and then lay back to the original position.

………………

In the morning, Huo Sicheng woke up on time according to his biological clock.

He squeezed the space between his brows, and his thoughts began to turn lazily, as if every morning was about the same... Or, there seemed to be some difference.

A thought flashed through his mind, and without thinking, he turned over and leaned slightly out of the edge of the bed.

In the early morning light, the posture of the woman on the ground seemed to have not changed, she was still tight, curled up with all her strength, and her black hair was scattered on her small fair face, making her look even more pitiful.

The man's thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

He reached out and pulled the blanket back, throwing it behind him.

In the end, he got off the bed barefoot and stepped on the carpet, stretching his legs to kick the woman awake.

Her feet were still squatting in mid-air, and they didn't land on her body for a long time.

After 1 minute, he turned around and walked into the bathroom, with a blank expression on his face, he took a simple washing tool and went to the guest room to wash up. Before going out, he picked up the remote control and raised the temperature of the room.

When the door was closed with almost no sound, Xing Hua opened his eyes.

Throughout the night, her sleep was so light that she could almost hear any wind and grass.

She sat up, pulled back the thin blanket that the man had torn away, half covered her body and half hugged her, silent tears also spread to her face, after lying down, she wiped her face with the fluffy soft blanket, held back All the sobs in the throat.

…………

After washing up, Huo Sicheng picked out some clothes in the cloakroom and changed, and went downstairs to have breakfast as usual.

Seeing his expression, Tong Ma asked cautiously, "Sir...do you want to ask your wife to come down for breakfast? She hasn't eaten all day and night. It's really bad for her health to continue like this, and she won't listen to what I said. , do you want to...persuade her?"