Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

She didn't have any conversation with him, and the occasional acquaintance smile was enough to warm people's hearts.

His face could clearly feel the warmth from the sun, and the palm of her hand was also sweating thinly. Instead of releasing it, he changed into a gesture of interlocking fingers .

The picture was really beautiful and hopeless, making him want to smile and immerse himself in his sleep, and never wake up.

But dreaming and dreaming, Song Qingchun lying beside him suddenly made a painful mumble.

He looked sideways and saw that the white dress she was wearing was half red with blood.

He got up in a panic and inspected her all over the body, but found no wound.

He wanted to hug her to get to the hospital, but she seemed to be heavy, he couldn't hold it.

The bright red, still flowing from her body.

She frowned, looking at his eyes full of pain, and the blood on her face faded at a rate visible to the naked eye.

He shouted her name desperately, but her eyelids slowly began to sag, until the moment she closed, she held his hand and lost all her strength, falling from his palm.

He clearly felt that her warm body became very cold at that moment.

...

Su Zhinian woke up suddenly from his dream. His pale complexion had no blood, his breath was short, his chest was undulating, and even his indifferent and calm eyes were covered with a layer of dense panic and fear.

He took a few deep breaths before turning his eyes and looking around.

The sun was quiet outside the window, just hit him through the wide and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, and he was covered with wet sweat in the palm of his office chair handle.

He was in his own office, all that was just a dream he had...

Su Zhinian took a long sigh of relief, raised his wrist, and glanced at the time. At 3:30 in the afternoon, he fell asleep for only twenty minutes.

He sat on the office chair for a moment, and when he got up, he found that his legs were soft and unstable.

He secretly stabilized his body and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the high-rise buildings and the bustling city under the sunlight outside the glass window. He realized afterwards that he was scared by the dream just now. , All clothes are soaked.

He often dreamed about her in a dream, but never dreamed that she was in danger. This was the first time...and the dream scene was so real...

Just that dream, is it implied that Song Qingchun is in danger?

Su Zhinian's eyebrows tightened, and without thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Song Qingchun with a call.

The phone rang for several times and no one answered. The bad hunch made him more panicked. He unconsciously picked up his coat and hurried towards the office door. As he raised his hand and was about to open the office door, The phone was connected, and there was a heavy yawn, and then Song Qingchun's sleepy voice followed immediately: "Hello?"

Was he awakened by sleep? Su Zhinian paused, and before he spoke, he heard Song Qingwen yawning and asked, "What's wrong?"

It seems that nothing happened to her... Su Zhinian's hanging heart finally fell, and after a while, Shen Sheng answered her "make oatmeal at night", and then hung up the phone.