Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

The whole world is surprisingly quiet, the curtains of the bedroom are not pulled, and you can see the bright moonlight and the bright starlight through the window.

Song Qingchun stared out of the window for half a minute, closed his eyes again, and hadn't had time to fall asleep. He heard the voice when he was half asleep and half awake again: "Tingting! Tingting! Tingting!"

This time I shouted three times in a row, one voice was louder than the other, and the tone of the voice was more miserable than the one that came. Song Qingchun's heart shouted.

As the last sound settled, she also heard a harsh sound like the coffee table rubbing against the ground outside the bedroom door.

Song Qingchun was completely awake, and she suddenly sat up from the bed.

It turned out that the first two "Ting Ting" she heard were not her dreams, but were called by Su Zhinian, who was sleeping in the living room.

His voice sounded repressed, as if he had experienced a painful struggle...

Thinking of this, Song Qingchun suddenly opened the quilt, jumped out of bed, didn't even have time to wear shoes, barefoot opened the bedroom door and rushed out. She ran for a few steps and stopped.

In the living room there was only a floor lamp in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a small piece of white was illuminated.

Su Zhinian was sitting on the sofa, holding the futon's hand, and the quilt was wrinkled with extra force. As if he didn't notice her coming out, he stared at the night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window directly, and his breath was short and chaotic. .

His face was pale, and on the side of her face, there were still a few drops of sweat, slowly flowing down, and a few clear water marks were meandering on his face.

Song Qingchun stared at such Su Zhinian for a while, and then raised his foot again. The pace was not as rapid as it was just now, very slow.

As she approached, she was surprised by Su Zhinian. The man slowly turned his head and touched the look on her cheek. He was a little panicked, but was soon covered by the cold chill, he was light He coughed and said with a little apology: "Wake you up?"

Nor was it a wake-up call, and she didn't fall asleep on her own.

Song Qingchun shook his head and answered the question asked: "Are you all right?"

Su Zhinian yelled and turned his head. Although he tried to make himself look calm, Song Qingchun still noticed that his back was tight.

She stood there for a moment, then went to the small water bar at the door, opened the refrigerator below, took a bottle of iced water, walked back to Su Zhinian and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Su Zhinian's voice was very soft, her eyelids drooping, she never looked at her, unscrewed the water bottle cap, drank a sigh of water, then put the bottle on the coffee table, came down from the sofa, and entered the bathroom .

Su Zhinian locked the bathroom door, lying in front of the wash basin, staring at himself in the mirror. He changed his breath a few times, and his undulating chest slowly calmed down.

He dreamed again, dreamed of her, walked straight back to him, he chased her with all his strength, but he couldn’t catch up with him, he couldn’t help it, he could only cry her desperately, but even He shouted his throat and her head never returned.

He couldn't remember how many times this was, and in the middle of the night, waking up with her name shouting in tears.

Every time he woke up, he felt like he was seriously ill, and he was helpless.