Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Zhixi looked up and saw a tall figure.

She was stunned.

Because it was against the light, the man's face was blurry. She blinked hard, but she still couldn't see his face clearly.

But this figure gave her a fatal sense of familiarity.

She couldn't help but stood up, her heart beating wildly. She opened her mouth, wanting to ask, but she was afraid that this was just a dream of hers, an hallucination caused by her excessive thoughts.

At this moment, the man walked in and closed the door gently.

The soft light disappeared.

What then became clear was the man's face.

Zhixi's eyes fell on his dark eyebrows, then on the straight bridge of his nose, then on his thin lips, and finally on his firm and curved jaw.

Everything is as she remembers it, there is nothing wrong with it.

Tears welled up in her eyes, her lips moved, and the name finally came out of her mouth.

Jingyao...

He Jingyao's eyes were dark and terrifying.

He finally couldn't help it, stepped forward in two steps, reached out and hugged her into his arms.

His movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of pressing her belly, but the hand on her back was shaking violently.

Zhixi reached out and hugged him, and the familiar breath made her unable to hold back any longer, crying bitterly.

She whimpered lowly, trying her best to suppress her voice, but her tears seemed to be endless, and it didn't take long for the man's shoulders to be completely soaked.

He Jingyao didn't speak for a long time, just feeling her tears quietly.

He Jingyao could hardly imagine the kind of panic and pressure she had been in over the past month.

But the moment he saw her, he understood.

The woman is obviously more than four months pregnant, and her belly is obviously bulging, but her face and arms are thinner than when she was in the early stages of pregnancy. Her face is only the size of a palm, her skin is pale, her eyes are green, and her lips are bloodless. .

At that moment, He Jingyao was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

His cold lips fell on her cheek, and his voice was hoarse: Zhixi, I'm sorry.

She was speechless and could only shake her head desperately.

Tears still flowed.

It doesn't matter, as long as he comes back, no matter how long, she can wait.

The man laughed hoarsely, let go of her, suddenly picked her up and placed her gently on the bed.

The moment his hand let go, Zhixi subconsciously grabbed his sleeve, as if she was afraid that he would leave again.

There was a deep and complicated pain in He Jingyao's eyes.

He held her hands in his palms: Are you afraid?

She shook her head slightly, sniffed hard, and suppressed her tears: Jingyao, are you injured? Are you...

No, I'm fine. He stroked her face, his voice low and gentle, Don't worry, I'm fine, I just lost my freedom temporarily.

Zhixi said a choked Yeah and tears welled up again.

He reached out to wipe away her tears: I'm sorry.

As long as you're fine, it'll be fine. She bit her lip and was about to speak again, but He Jingyao suddenly leaned forward, took her lips in his and kissed her for a while.

After a long time, he stopped and pressed his forehead against hers, breathing slightly.

Zhixi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found a small... monitor on his collar?

She suddenly understood something, and her pupils suddenly shrank.