Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian's bedroom is very large, and the lighting of the corridor is only the brighter side of the doorway, and the inside is dark.

Su Zhinian was almost hidden in the darkness. Song Qingchun couldn't see his expression clearly, but through the outline, he could vaguely see that he was turning his head and looking out the window. It looked like he was in a daze.

Song Qingchun waited for a while and saw that Su Zhinian didn't say anything, and then said, "Mr. Su, wait for me to come up and clean up."

There was still silence in response to her.

Song Qingchun didn't stop this time and walked directly to the door.

Song Qingchun walked a little anxiously, and the light in the room was very dark. She didn't pay attention to her feet. When she walked by the bed, her feet tripped on something lying on the ground, and then people whispered, rushing without warning Pounce in front of him.

Su Zhinian heard Song Qingnian's cry, and suddenly sat up, grabbing Song Qingnian's wrist quickly, in order to prevent her from falling, he also exerted a little effort on his side.

It may be that the speed was too fast, and Song Qingchun's figure was not stable. The body that had been forwarded was slanted to the left by his force, and he fell into his arms, and his head was lying on the corner of his arm.

Su Zhinian's whole body was like an electric shock. He was tense instantly, and his breath stopped.

After a moment of stun, Song Qingchun raised her head. Through the glimmer of the corridor, Song Qingchun could clearly see that Su Zhinian's face contours were perfect. She was slightly stunned, and Su Zhinian's eyes turned. , The two people collided with each other without any defense.

He was against the light, she couldn't see his eyes clearly, but vaguely felt his eyes were burning.

Although he and she both wore clothes, she could still feel that his body was slender and firm. Her whole body was his body temperature, and all the breath was the light fragrance of his body, and her heart rate was suddenly leaking. A beat.

Song Qingqing clearly felt the man's consistent quiet breathing and became a little quick, and in the quiet room, it appeared extremely clear and harsh.

Song Qingchun was so disturbed by Su Zhinian's breathing that his heart was disturbed and he jumped so fast.

Time seemed to be still at this moment. I don't know how long it took before Song Qingchun blinked gently. She adjusted to the dark eyes. Only then did she find that Su Zhinian's face was a little wrong.

She squinted subconsciously and moved closer to Su Zhinian's face.

She breathed softly and sprayed on his face, stimulating the original bloating urge in his body, rolling more and more powerfully.

Su Zhinian took a deep breath, and just wanted to close her eyes. Then she read the thoughts of Song Qingnian's heart: Why is his face swollen? Looks like a palm print?

Su Zhinian's body stiffened, and suddenly opened his eyelids.

Was he beaten? So, wearing a sweater, covering his face?

As the thought of Song Qingchun's heart sounded, her voice came along with a weak voice: "Su, Mr. Su, you fight with people..."

......Isn't it... Song Qingnian hasn't finished speaking the last two words, people are pushed into the arms by Su Zhinian.

"Go out!"

Song Qingchun, who was almost pushed out of bed by Su Zhinian, dared to cheer, dared to go out of the bed without saying anything, and quickly slipped out of the bedroom.

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Song Qingchun ran down the stairs all the way before she let out a sigh of relief.