Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian buckled her belt, turned her head, and tried her best to keep her tone as stable as possible. She asked, "What's the matter with me?"

Song Qingchun didn't speak, her big dark and clear eyes didn't move, and stared straight at him.

Su Zhinian was burned in her ears by seeing her eyes. He cleared his voice and saw that she still didn't react, so she pretended to be very calm, took a step, walked to the bed, and took an elegant pose I put on my shirt and put it on my body.

He seemed to be in a hurry to fasten the buttons, but his fingertips were a little confused, and there were two buttons in the middle that were misplaced.

His ears were even hotter. His pale face climbed up with a touch of red. He subconsciously turned his face away from her sight and increased his voice again, clearing his voice heavily.

Song Qingchun looked back, froze for half a minute on the spot, only to realize what he had just watched.

Her face suddenly turned red, and she quickly took her eyes away from Su Zhinian. She completely forgot the purpose of coming to his bedroom and turned and ran out of the door.

The door was slammed heavily, and after a minute or so, it was pushed open again.

Song Qingchun blushed and rushed in again, threw the courier in his hand at the coffee table in front of Su Zhinian, didn't dare to glance at him, but hurriedly lost the word "your", and then If he didn't stay for a while, he ran away again.

The door made a loud bang again.

Su Zhinian stared at the express delivery that Song Qingchun fell on the table, the cheeks were light red, and the color became darker.

After a while, he reached out and picked up the courier, just preparing to unpack, the door was pushed open for the third time.

Su Zhinian paused before turning her head to see Song Qingchun standing at the door without coming in. Her eyes were staring at the coffee table in front of her.

Su Zhinian adjusted his emotions and spoke lightly and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Song Qingchun heard his question without speaking, but put his eyes on his face, looked at him for a moment, walked into his bedroom again, and then stopped at his leg In front of the trash can, lower your head and look into it.

There are a lot of cotton **** stained with blood, with a strong alcohol smell.

Those cotton **** are still wet, it must have been just a short time before they were thrown in.

She thought of the picture she had just seen on the table of the coffee table. The medicine box was opened, with a cotton ball bag, tweezers, an ointment and a bottle of unopened alcohol next to it.

In fact, when she just came in to give him the express delivery, Yu Guang accidentally swept those things in the corner of her eyes, but left too hurriedly, didn't think too much, and didn't feel anything wrong until she returned to the bedroom.

He has nothing to do. What do you do with those things? Is it hurt?

She thought about it all the time, but she was a little uneasy at all, so she folded back again. Unexpectedly, she saw the disinfected cotton ball from the trash bin.

Song Qingchun pursed her lips and looked at Su Zhinian: "Where did you get hurt?"

When Su Qingnian looked at the trash can, Song Zhinian vaguely understood what she meant.

He was injured. The injury was when he controlled the courier brother to fall in the morning, and the force was too strong, which caused the courier brother to rub his leg and even hurt his leg.