Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

"...Did you know? My heart is sad and I'm scared... I miss my brother, I want Song Cheng..." Song Qingchun said, tears falling down, she covered her own With a painful expression on his chest: "...I miss him alive, I'm tired...I want to avenge him, I want to know who killed him... But, I don't know what to do... "

Speaking of the end, Song Qingchun couldn’t cry, she poured the rest of the glass into her mouth desperately. After she finished drinking, she felt like it was not enough. She picked up the bottle and started pouring the wine. When she just finished pouring wine and wanted to continue drinking, Su Zhinian held out her hand, held her soft wrist, stopped her movement, and then took away the wine glass and bottle in her hand and put it away Faraway: "Don't drink, drink too much, it will be more uncomfortable."

"But I'm sad now..."

Before Song Qing’s words were finished, Su Zhinian suddenly grabbed her wrist and stood up. His strength dragged her along with the situation. She hadn’t been relieved yet, and he was taken by him. Brought into the arms.

She could not see his expression clearly, only to hear his faint tone from above her head, with a hint of distress: "Cry, cry, it will be better to cry."

His simple words made Song Qingchun's tears burst out again.

He felt the wetness of his chest, his lips squeezed hard, but he didn't speak, but she silently hugged her tighter. His chest was warm and strong, giving her a very down-to-earth feeling, making her unable to help herself She let go of all her strength and precautions. It was no longer like she was just now. Even crying was very subtle. She was like a helpless child, crying in his arms.

The atmosphere in the house was quiet, and there was no other noise except her crying.

The night scene outside the window is quiet and beautiful, the only bright floor lamp, the halo is pale.

He hugged her and stood quietly, so clean that he was so outrageous that he let her tears and snot rub against his nightgown, his hands touching her long hair rhythmically, giving her the most silent The most delicate soothing.

He has a mind-reading technique, and he can clearly feel that her emotions are slowly released from the most excited, until she vents all negative emotions, he slowly pulls her out of his arms. Then, raising her hands, the tears on her face were wiped away lovingly and caringly.

Although her tears were not as anxious as before, he still spilled out from time to time. He was very patient. Every time it came out, he wiped off her until she finally calmed down, and he let it go. she was.

He went to the bar, poured her a cup of warm water, brought it over, and handed it to her.

"Thank you." Because the crying was too thorough and too presumptuous, her voice was hoarse. Even if she stopped crying, she still hiccuped from time to time.

He waited for her to drink two sips of warm water before asking: "Are you better?"

"A lot better..." Song Qingchun's voice was still a little clogged. The words she said were the same as those of a cold. She said halfway, and the words suddenly stopped.

She felt a little familiar with the scene just now, like where she experienced it...

Song Qingchun hugged the glass and frowned for a while, only to remember that, over the years, when a sad person hid and cried several times, he always had some inexplicable fragments.