My iceberg smiled

Chapter 440 Where Did It Hurt?

Someone picked up Han Qianxiao's training uniform that was casually thrown on the ground, and smelled a trace of blood from it.

Her lips were pursed into a line, and the strength in her hands increased slightly, she clenched her clothes tightly, and then slowly loosened them.

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When Han Qianxiao came out after taking a shower, wearing a vest, and even humming a song, when she saw a person sitting beside her bed, she was still frightened and took a step back.

The man sat on the edge of the bed with his head bowed, holding in his hand... the training uniform she had just taken off.

Han Qianxiao's heart tightened.

At this moment, she still didn't realize what the person sitting here in front of her meant.

In the past two months, the relationship between Han Mochen and her has become much closer. Perhaps it is because of Mrs. Han's thin face. I made a new flavor of pudding", or "I won't be home at night, so I can help take care of grandma".

Such kind words made Han Qianxiao relax his vigilance for a while, feeling that while the other party was being polite, he seemed to have regarded her as a trustworthy person.

Otherwise, why does the other party even have to talk to himself about such small things in life?
Han Mo Chen didn't come back last night, so at the moment the other party was sitting in his room, Han Qian Xiao was surprised, but at the same time felt normal.

I thought to myself: Maybe I just came back in the morning.

It was just a coincidence that he entered her room right now and saw the clothes she threw on the floor.

Han Qianxiao tried her best to calm down her heart, told herself not to panic, pretended nothing happened, and explained: "I went out for a morning run in the morning, sweated all over, and just came back, uh... I took a shower , May I ask the young master to find me... what's the matter?"

After Han Qianxiao finished speaking, she thought about it carefully, and felt that there was nothing wrong with what she said, so she boldly smiled at the other party.

She concealed the embarrassment of being frightened when she just came out.

However, someone sitting by the bed was still staring at the clothes he was clutching in his hands, and he didn't know what was so good about the clothes that he could keep looking at them like this.

Han Mochen didn't speak, the atmosphere in the room was a bit cold for a while, and Han Qianxiao wasn't sure how the other party was feeling.

The other party kept his head down, and she couldn't see the other party's expression.

This made Han Qianxiao, who felt that her rhetoric was impeccable, inexplicably became nervous again.

After a long time, the young man raised his head and looked at Han Qianxiao.

The moment Han Qianxiao and the other party's eyes met in the air, she paused.

Because she saw that the other person's eyes were covered with red blood, as if she had experienced some great stimulation after a night of sleepless nights.

There was both fatigue and a hint of collapse in those eyes.

But this collapse seemed to have just been pulled back into the safe zone, and did not continue to intensify.

So much so that it transformed into the current... stagnation.

The other party lifted the clothes in his hand, and said hoarsely: "Blood. Where is the injury?"

If Han Qianxiao could hear Han Mochen's voice so hoarse at the moment, she would not simply understand this sentence.

The sound was like a rotten wooden door rubbing against the wind, or like a dilapidated blower turning desperately.

It was completely different from the magnetic and deep voice that Han Qianxiao imagined in his mind.

She read her lips and probably understood that the other party probably saw the blood on her clothes and thought she was injured.

The blood on the clothes was accidentally wiped from Anan's body, and when he met him yesterday, he gave him a hand.

(End of this chapter)