Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian fell into a cold war.

It is estimated that Song Qingchun was frightened by the thrills one after another. She stayed in the villa all day and did not go out. Su Zhinian did not go to the company. Most of them were busy working in the study during the day.

The two were under the same roof, but they had never met each other except for three meals a day.

Su Zhinian knew that Song Qingchun was deliberately avoiding herself.

He can also see that she has been much quieter these days, a bit like the condition when she first moved into his villa. Apart from calling him to eat, he rarely communicates with him at other times.

He relied on his good hearing, knowing that she was nestled in her room all day, either playing games, listening to songs, reading novels, and sleeping.

Five days passed in such a blink of an eye, and on February 28, the penultimate day of the month.

It may be that there have been too many shocks recently, and Song Qingchun’s physiological period is a bit chaotic. The moon affairs that would have arrived on time in the middle of the month were postponed until the 25th, and the stomach began to ache faintly.

On the day of the 28th, Song Qingchun woke up in the morning and felt uncomfortable all over the body. After lunch, he was tired and slept on the bed. He wanted to take a lunch break, but he hadn't fallen asleep, and his stomach was cut. Twisted like a pain.

The dysmenorrhea ached, sometimes it was really life-threatening, Song Qingchun grabbed the quilt, and silently endured it for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back, and made a few mumbles.

After the pain passed, her entire body seemed to collapse, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

She adjusted her breath on the bed for a while, then got out of bed, preparing to go downstairs to pour herself a cup of hot water. When she opened the door, she saw Su Zhinian standing outside.

He had a porcelain cup in his hand, as if he was going downstairs to pour coffee.

After the events of that day passed, neither of them mentioned anymore, and she apologized to him on that day, but she was not at all free of heart.

On the contrary, what he said to her that day, like a sharp thorn, still stubbornly stuck in her heart, and when she reminded her of these days, she became depressed.

Song Qingchun didn’t particularly want to go downstairs with Su Zhinian, so she froze for a moment when she saw him, and then pretended to forget to take things, prepared to return to the room, and waited for him to finish the coffee and go upstairs. Go on.

It's just that Song Qingchun didn't have time to turn around, Su Zhinian suddenly paused, staring at her strands of hair standing on the smooth forehead soaked in sweat, then opened her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?" Uncomfortable?"

"No." Song Qingchun answered without thinking.

When Su Zhinian was in the study, she learned from Song Qingchun's words that she was suffering from dysmenorrhea.

He came out because she had been in pain for a long time, and there was no sign of being quiet. He saw her face so ugly, and he was a little uneasy before asking.

In fact, he wanted to wait for her to answer and say something to her. If it was really uncomfortable, he could call Dr. Xia to come over and see, but, who knew she had just given him the word "no", let him do the next thing, There is no way to talk about it.

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingqing and moved her lips, as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing, but just nodded at her and turned downstairs.