Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

The heater was turned on in the room, and she put her own sternness on her face, her hot face flushed, and a few white drops of sweat on her forehead, her mouth slightly open and her breath like blue.

Su Zhinian, who wanted to lift the quilt and let her reveal her head, was fascinated.

He couldn't help raising his hand and gently touching her small face. His movements were very careful, as if caring for the fragile priceless treasure.

He blinked slowly and lowered his head slowly, his beautiful thin lips lightly printed on her eyebrows.

The moment his lip muscles touched, his face was covered with pain and tenderness, and even the breath that filled his body became tender and watery.

His lips stayed on her eyebrows for only a few seconds, but those seconds were as long as his life, and he poured out all his warmth.

His hands were still clasped in her ears, he stared at her sleeping face, and all the cells on the whole body seemed to be telling her love words hidden in his heart for many years. After a long time, he gently stroked A moment later, she said slowly, "Good night."

In her sleep, she didn't know whether she heard or not, and her lips slightly raised an arc.

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When Song Qingchun woke up again, the gorgeous sun shone through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, shining brightly on a bed.

After a good sleep, Song Qingchun slept lazily all over the body. She stretched her body in the warm blanket and then kicked a hard object accidentally. She froze for a moment and turned her head to see a stunning pair The picture of time.

The delicate and picturesque man is still sleeping with his eyes closed.

His entire face was bathed in sunlight, thick and dense eyelashes cast beautiful shadows on the eye sockets, the indifferent lips closed with a soft arc, and the skin was radiant and delicate, as if after post-production, could not be found Any flaws.

This way, he was quiet and dazzling, so Song Qingchun actually had a sense of tension that made breathing difficult.

What kind of face is this, even if she has seen it many times, but she can always sigh in a casual moment!

Even she didn't remember her for the first time. While staring at his face, he picked on him.

Even though she was reluctant, she had to admit that she had exhausted all the harshness of her life and had never found the slightest flaw in his face.

This face of his is almost perfect as it exists only in mythology.

Song Qingchun looked at it, and the whole person began to shake his mind. She felt that the picture in front of her was very unreal, like an illusory dream she had made.

She couldn't help raising her hand and touched the man's face. The warm touch made her heart suddenly miss a beat.

She hurriedly retracted her fingers, staring at his dazzling sleepy face, and couldn't help but beep.

Su metamorphosis, obviously a man, how can he look prettier than a woman?

Su metamorphosis is simply not called Su Zhinian, just change the name to Su Meiren!

Song Qingchun didn't nickname Su Zhinian and spit him like this, but today she couldn't figure out why. After doing this as usual, her heart was a little uncomfortable.

She frowned and stared at him with her head tilted, filtering through what she had just thought about several times before discovering that the problem was in the three words "Su metamorphosis".