"Don't turn off the lights! Don't turn off the lights!!!"

Her reaction was beyond Mo Junhao's expectations. The words she told him not to turn off the lights just now were almost yelling at him.

Even, he heard hysterical panic and trembling in her words.

Her hands, the buttons of the switch, were trembling in his arms, as if they were experiencing a terrifying fight.

"Don't turn off the lights!!! Don't turn off the lights!!!"

Her hands were waving randomly, and there was extreme panic in her hysterical voice, and her body trembled even harder than at the beginning.

"Zhiqing? What's wrong, Zhiqing?"

He sat up from the bed nervously, reached out and turned on the lights in the room. Only then did he see that Han Zhiqing's face was a little terrible, and even a cold sweat as big as beans appeared on her forehead.

Her whole body was trembling, her eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. At this time, she seemed to have entered another devilish world, and all the demons were devouring her.

It was not until her time gradually captured the light that the panic that she had originally calmed down slightly.

Her eyes slowly turned to Mo Junhao. She begged to look at him with her eyes that hurt Mo Junhao's heart, and kept repeating what she said:

"Don't turn off the lights..."

She was like a frightened little girl, looking at Mo Junhao pitifully, with tears in her eyes.

Looking at her appearance, Mo Junhao's heart was almost pinched together, and his heart was so painful that he almost felt ache.

"Okay, don't turn off the lights. Don't turn off the lights...Don't be afraid. I won't turn off the lights."

He put his long arms over her still trembling body and hugged her in his arms, trying to calm her fearful mood just now.

The bright lights and warm embrace finally calmed Han Zhiqing's emotions again, but her petite body was still trembling in Mo Junhao's arms.

At this time, Mo Junhao did not dare to let go of her, and held her in such a position from beginning to end, coaxing her to sleep.

Perhaps he was really frightened and exhausted. Not long after Han Zhiqing leaned in Mo Junhao's arms, she fell asleep naturally, but her frowning brows never let go from beginning to end.

Hearing the irregular breathing sound coming from his ears, Mo Junhao lowered his head gently and saw that Han Zhiqing seemed to be asleep.

He didn't dare to let go of his frown. His hands tightly grabbed his clothes and refused to let go. Even when he fell asleep, his whole body was full of alert.

"What did this silly girl go through?"

Mo Junhao looked at Han Zhiqing's sleepy eyes that were not sleeping soundly, and murmured softly.

What kind of experience made her so panicked when facing the darkness, she almost lost all her measure and became hysterical.

He couldn't find out what happened before she was five years old, nor did he know what she had experienced before she was five years old.

I wanted to ask her, but I was worried that my problems would arouse the fear buried in her heart again.

Frowning with heartache, he gently placed Han Zhiqing flat on the bed, reached out and pulled the quilt over to cover her, and lay down quietly beside her.

But my brain was so clear that I didn't feel sleepy.

He looked at the little woman sleeping beside him, and his brows were furrowed again.

Have she been like this for so many years? She dared not fall asleep in the dark. She turned on the light every night and only dared to appear in a place with light, so that she could feel at ease.

How did she... come here over the years?

The more he thought of the days when she had no choice but to look back on her, the tighter his heart became, and the more he felt, as if someone had pinched his heart hard, making him feel that he had to spend all his energy in breathing.

That night, he almost didn't fall asleep. When the sky began to light up in dust, he gradually became sleepy. His eyelids blinked heavily, and finally fell asleep.

He just held Han Zhiqing's hand, but never let go.

Even when he was sleeping, he would give her the deepest and most reliable sense of security.

When Han Zhiqing woke up from her sleep, she realized that she was lying in Mo Junhao's arms and was tightly held by him.

When her mind recalled her excessive reaction last night, her heart suddenly sank, as if she didn't want to touch such a touch point.

After shook her head and removing this emotional interference, she turned her gaze to Mo Junhao who was sleeping, and her originally cold eyes softened in an instant.

The first time I looked at this man who easily bumped into her sight from the beginning so close, it is undeniable that he is really good-looking.

The three-dimensional facial features bring the depth of Westerners and the softness of Easterners.

Even if he is just asleep now, he still cannot cover up his natural nobleness and aura that controls everything.

As she looked at her, she was a little lost and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise up without realizing it.

His eyes were a little greedy and stopped on Mo Junhao's face for a while. Seeing that he had no sign of waking up, Han Zhiqing lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, she reached out and gently took away her arms that were surrounding her body, and quietly retreated from Mo Junhao's arms.

The movement subconsciously became much lighter. She quietly walked out of bed, tiptoed to the door and opened the door. After walking out, she gently covered the door.

When she walked to the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator. It was different from the past. Recently, her refrigerator was filled with various cooking ingredients.

You don't have to guess that this is the masterpiece of someone sleeping in the room.

She bent down and looked at the various materials in the refrigerator, but didn't know what to do for a moment.

To be more precise, she had no idea what she would do.

At this moment, she became curious again, why did the pride of heaven, who was like God's favorite, make a good dish that makes people's index fingers excited?

She leaned down and squatted in front of the refrigerator. She really couldn't think of anything else she could do.

Finally, she reached out to take a few eggs and walked out to the stove.

Fried eggs should be the easiest thing, and it shouldn't be too difficult for her.

During this period, every time the guy cooked for her, and today it was her cooking for him to repay his "great kindness".

With a strong smile in her eyes, she had already turned on the gas stove, knocked the egg in her hand, and put it into the pot.

The transparent egg white instantly occupied the entire veneer of the pan. But soon, Han Zhiqing saw that the originally transparent liquid turned into a burnt form and stuck to the bottom of the pan.

"Why are you burning?"

She frowned and looked at the egg whites that had quickly turned black as soon as they were put down in the pot, and said softly.

The gas stove has been turned off on my hand.

Standing quietly in front of the stove, staring blankly, with a hint of innocence and confusion in his eyes.

Although she didn't expect the fried eggs she made to be full of color, fragrance and flavor, at least she wouldn't get burned as soon as she put them down.

With a little confused in her eyes, she muttered softly again, "Is it because the fire is too big?"

She thought of this possibility, and then turned on the gas stove again, turned off the fire a little smaller, poured the egg that had been "heroically sacrificed" in the pan into the trash can, took another egg and beat it in.

But even though the heat was much smaller, the eggs that had just been cut into touched the hot pan, and it was once again burnt very much.

"how so?"

She frowned again, and a faint sense of frustration in her heart.

Director Han, who has never lost in the market, lost to several eggs.

It will also make people feel funny when you think about it.

Suddenly, she became childishly serious. She poured out the egg that she had burned again, washed the pot, and put it back on the stove.

The fire was turned off a little smaller than at the beginning. She picked up an egg beside her and beat it in. The same result was met.

She was uncomfortable and serious again and again, changing to one egg after another. Although she never succeeded, she did not intend to give up.

She was doing "breakfast" so seriously, and didn't notice from beginning to end. There was one more person in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen door with her hands wrapped around her chest, looking at her busy with a slight smile in her eyes.

When the eggs in her hand were "sacrificing" completely, she turned to the direction of the refrigerator again, and then she noticed that Mo Junhao, who was smiling at her at the kitchen door.

The steps subconsciously paused, and a touch of unnaturalness passed through his eyes at this moment.

Her body subconsciously blocked the black eggs that had been scorched by herself. She looked at Mo Junhao with guilt, and her voice became sank:

"When did you come? You didn't make a sound when you stood here."

While speaking, his eyes were always sweeping at the black eggs that looked extremely ugly. He was actually worried that Mo Junhao would laugh at her.

And every little look and movement of her eyes completely fell into Mo Junhao's eyes.

Looking at her guilty look, he stood in front of her with a faint smile, wrapped his hands around her waist, looked at her lowly, and chuckled:

"I see you are busy, so I'm embarrassed to disturb you."

His eyes deliberately looked at the black eggs she threw away, and said in a daze:

"What are you doing?"

"Well……"

Her eyes flashed a few times because of Mo Junhao's problem, and then she said unnaturally:

"nothing."

She shook her head, but she looked guilty and did not dare to look directly at Mo Junhao, and frowned a few times inadvertently.

Mo Junhao was in such a good mood at this time.

When he woke up and saw that someone was missing around him, he was so shocked that he immediately flipped over the bed.

When I walked out of the room, I saw a small figure busy in the kitchen, looking very stylish with an apron.

Seeing her beat the eggs into a pan where she didn't put anything, she saw her talking blankly to the scorched eggs, he felt that she was becoming more and more cute and liked by her.
Chapter completed!