Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

The pain in the imaginary heart-breaking lung had not yet come, Su Zhinian opened his eyes violently and sat up from the bed-.

He gasped for breath, looked around the surrounding environment, and saw that he was familiar with the furnishings, knowing that he was having a nightmare like noon.

All his pajamas were soaked with cold sweat, and sweat beads on his forehead rolled down along his cheeks.

He leaned on the head of the bed unsteadily and waited until the ups and downs of his mood returned to normal before he picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and glanced at the time, two o'clock in the morning.

He awakened from his dream again, completely drowsy, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, took a shower in the bathroom, randomly found a set of home clothes, and walked out of the bedroom.

It was quiet at night, and he could clearly hear the breathing sound of Song Qingchun's sleep, long and even.

He went downstairs and poured himself a cup of warm water. After drinking it in one breath, he returned to the upstairs. Instead of going back to his bedroom, he pushed away the next bedroom lightly.

There was only a dim sleep lamp in her room, which was probably enough for the heat supply late at night. She kicked off more than half of the quilt, and the mobile phone was placed in her ear, and the signal light turned on from time to time.

Su Zhinian first covered the quilt for her, then picked up the phone in her ear and gently placed it on the bedside table beside it. Then she sat by the bed, reached out and touched her cheek, staring at her. 'S sleeping face gazed thoughtfully.

From noon today to now, in just twelve hours, he was able to make two nightmares about her.

It was just that the first one was for her, and the second one was for him to save her.

And the most amazing thing in the dream is that when he saw her in danger, his first thought was to control her thoughts and let her avoid it, but I don’t know why, at that moment, his superpowers failed. However, no matter how much effort he put in, she was standing indifferent. Later, he had to give up and control the driver. The result was the same. The car did not slow down, nor did it change direction.

He has always had a strange feeling in his heart these days, and now he has two consecutive nightmares. Does this represent a hint?

Implied him that Song Qingchun would still be in danger of life, and that he would have an accident in order to treat her?

So these two days of his panic, not because of work, not because of his mother, or because of her, but because of himself?

Su Zhinian thought of this, her lips squeezed quietly, and the hand on her face gently rubbed her eyebrows.

If everything is going to be as he foreseen in the bottom of his heart, when she is in danger, he is willing to exchange for her safety without hesitation.

No matter what his final ending is, as long as she is alive, as long as she is very good, just fine...

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun's eyes, seeming to have the warmth of no complaint and no regrets around it, becoming particularly soft at this moment, his eyes deeper and his lips rising. There was a faint smile.

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The next day, Su Zhinian went out early and went to the company as usual.

I was busy in the morning, and I had lunch until two o'clock at noon.

In the afternoon, Dior's new product launch event invited him to participate, so he didn't even have time to breathe. After eating, he set off directly to the Dongcheng meeting place.