Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Looking at it, Su Zhinian slept again.

I slept too late last night, when Song Qingchun woke up, it was already eleven o'clock.

At first, Song Qingchun's eyes were somewhat empty, and she was just about to stretch out a lazy stretch, and suddenly remembered that she seemed to be sleeping with Su Zhinian last night. Then she looked up and saw Su Zhinian. Zhang Jin's startled beauty.

His face looks much better than last night, although it is still pale, but it is not so scary, his unconsciousness has turned into a deep sleep, his breath is long and even, and there is a hint of nonchalant smile on his lips meaning.

She and Su Zhinian did not have so many close distances. In her impression, it seemed that there were only three times. The first two happened after he was drunk. At that time, she only cares about panic and chaos, and dared not go. I have seen him, not to mention a lot of carefulness. At this time, when he was sleeping, she stared at him for a while and found that even if it looked close, she could not find any slight flaws in his facial features, skin Well, I didn't see any pores.

Last night, Song Qingchun felt distressed and did something like impulse. Now she wakes up and her senses come back completely. Even if the two of them didn’t do anything last night, they just fell asleep together and let her Some do not know how to face Su Zhinian.

What's more, during these days, her relationship with him has always been lukewarm.

Song Qingchun hesitated for a while, and decided to take advantage of his deep sleep and leave quietly, as this had never happened.

Song Qingchun thought of this, so he took Su Zhinian's arms on his waist very lightly, and then crawled out of bed, carrying slippers on the ground, and crept out of his bedroom.

Back in the bedroom, Song Qingchun went to take a bath first, then changed into a clean dress, and came out of the bathroom. She found that she had dropped her phone in Su Zhinian's bedroom.

Blow-drying his hair, Song Qingchun lightly pushed the door of Su Zhinian's bedroom, and glanced in his head. Unexpectedly, Su Zhinian had already awakened, leaning on the bedside flatly. Staring at the opposite mural freaked out.

Song Qingchun subconsciously withdrew his head, but Su Zhinian seemed to have noticed the movement and turned his head lightly.

Song Qingchun had no choice but to ask Su Zhinian, "You are awake, Mr. Su?"

Su Zhinian nodded her head quietly, but said nothing.

"My phone landed in your bedroom..." Song Qingchun said while pointing to Su Zhinian's pillow.

Su Zhinian didn't respond very much, staring at her motionlessly, as if questioning her silently, how could your phone be on my bed?

Song Qingchun suddenly thought of the picture she slept in his arms last night, and she couldn't help feeling a little hot.

However, fortunately, he was unconscious last night...

She hurriedly made an excuse and lied to explain: "I was guarding here last night when you infused, and when I returned to my room, I forgot to bring it."

Su Zhinian stared at her quietly, as if she didn’t believe her, and after a while, she hummed her cell phone with her chin and gestured for her to come over and pick it up.

Song Qingchun breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly walked to the bed. When she reached out to hold her cell phone, she looked under Su Zhinian's arm and pressed a slender hair.