Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun scared the whole body, and he was hesitating whether he would respond to Su Zhinian, his voice came again: "Are you asleep?"

These three words are undoubtedly a good reminder to the overwhelmed her.

She and he had just happened in such an awkward scene, she was not yet mentally prepared to face him, and as such, she might as well pretend to sleep...

Thinking of this, Song Qingchun simply kept silent and did not respond.

Indoors and outdoors, Mo was quiet for about half a minute, and he said again: "I know you haven't slept yet."

As the words of him were settled, Song Qingchun heard the sound of the doorknob turning, and then the door was pushed open. Su Zhinian took a leisurely step and walked in.

He wore a pure white cotton home uniform, and the expression on his face returned to the usual coldness and indifference, as if the intention-chaos-mystery-love just now had never happened.

Song Qingchun's breathing became difficult as Su Zhinian approached. She lowered her head and squeezed the bed sheet brought from his bedroom. She never had the courage to look up at him.

Relative to her nervousness, he was much calmer. He stood in front of her, staring at the top of her furry head for a moment, then walked aside, pulled a chair over, and sat on her right hand.

Why did he sit down? Do you want to talk to her about the meaning of that matter?

The thoughts in Song Qingchun's mind have not yet taken shape, and Su Zhinian's low, cold voice came again: "Just..."

He didn't seem to know how to change his mouth, but he paused after just saying two words. After a while, he said: "...that thing, I'm really sorry, it's my problem."

"No..." Song Qingchun raised his head instinctively and looked at him.

She actually wanted to return the sentence "It's okay", but as soon as she said a word, she closed her mouth in annoyance, hoping to bite her tongue.

He is a man, she is a woman, not to mention that he was the first to take the initiative, even if she did not struggle later, but she was also the one who suffered the loss. As soon as he apologized, she said so happily that it was okay, would it seem that she was too light- Floating, too much weight?

Song Qingchun pulled back his eyes from Su Zhinian's face in embarrassment and dropped his head again.

The room became extraordinarily quiet, which made Song Qingchun feel oppressed.

She grabbed the hand of his bed sheet, constantly changing various poses.

The atmosphere became more and more embarrassing, making her breathless, until finally she felt that she was about to suffocate, he spoke, and said again: "I woke you up?"

Song Qingchun knew that Su Zhinian was referring to his dreams. She shook her head and said "no" again.

She lowered her head for a moment and whispered a few words: "I haven't slept yet."

Su Zhinian glanced at the time on the wall, it was almost four o'clock in the morning, and he dreamed that it was like three o'clock. He frowned, and kissed subconsciously: "How come it's so late Didn't sleep?"

"I..." Song Qingchun remembered that he had to leave his villa in a few days before losing sleep, pursed his lips, and lied, "... it was too late to watch TV."

When he returned to the room from the study, her bedroom was quietly messed up. She was definitely not watching TV, but she didn't break through her lies, just "huh" softly.