Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Handsome to fit-no-close-legs...

No matter what happened, Su Zhinian, who has always been calm and calm, read these six words in the heart of Song Qingchun's heart. The hand next to her forehead suddenly shivered fiercely and then sighed with blood. He almost didn't spray it out of his mouth.

Who can tell him that these adjectives he has never heard, where did she learn from?

When Su Zhinian shook her hand, even Song Qingchun's head shook with her. Her original thoughts of wandering were instantly pulled back, and then she felt that a warm palm was resting on her head. She froze for a second, as if she understood what she was looking at, and she saw Su Zhinian's face that turned all beings upside down.

It turned out that the face she had just enlarged in her eyes was not imagined by her, but Su Zhinian himself didn't know when she came to her...God, she just coveted his beauty for a long time...

Song Qingchun once again floated the phrase "handsome to fit-not-close-legs" that he had just thought, and then he felt the heat on his face and began to spread rapidly and spread all over his body.

She knew that everything she had just done was secretly made up by her alone, and Su Zhinian could not have known it at all.

But she didn't know if she was a guilty conscience, but at this moment, when facing him, she was embarrassed and nervous, like a thief caught on the spot.

Song Qingchun swallowed several saliva in a row, and then barely let himself make a voice: "What, what?"

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun for two seconds before speaking slowly, saying, "Nothing, seeing your face so red, I think you have a fever."

Song Qingchun was baffled by his eyes and this blushing expression, and the person who spoke said was even more embarrassed. She felt the speed of her heartbeat, unbelievably fast, and even she did not dare to move easily even when she moved, she stared at Su Zhinian. His eyes became a little vacant, and even the tone of his voice trembled slightly: "I, I don't have a fever, I just slept a little bit hot..."

With that in mind, Song Qingchun bowed his head guilty, avoiding Su Zhinian's sight.

"Is this true?" Su Zhinian asked deliberately as if deliberately, and then her hand pressed harder against her forehead.

Song Qingchun was even weaker by his rhetorical question. She started to say "Yes" naturally, but just said a word "Yes" and stumbled.

She didn’t know if she thought too much, and she always felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, as if...the thoughts in her heart were all seen by him...

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy Song Qingchun was, staring at his knees, and began to flutter around, fluttering, and stopped at Su Zhinian's waist...

It seems to be a little different from usual... seems to be a little drummed?

When Su Zhinian touched Song Qingchun's head, she bent slightly, and her waist just happened to touch her leg. As soon as this thought flashed in her heart, she felt a hard-hard touch on her knee...

Song Qingchun's thoughts stopped suddenly. Although she felt the heat through two layers of clothes... she was stunned for a while before she realized it. No wonder she would swell. It turned out to be Su, Su Jie, there are, there are ...

Su Zhinian was stunned, froze again, and then turned around and left without waiting for her to think about it.