Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Her crying stopped at that moment. The man stood on the spot and stared at her for a moment before taking a step, bypassing the table, walking to her side, and sitting down.

He first drew away the bottle in her hand and gently set it aside, before grabbing her by the shoulder and embracing her into his arms.

There was a lot of people around and the dark light on the deck, he held her quietly, she leaned in his arms, a gentle tremor, so that he could not help raising his hand, patted gently Pat her back.

It took a long time before he pulled her out of his arms.

He lowered his head and saw her crying eyes and nose were all red, tears were all over her face, and her long eyelashes were all sticking together wetly. It looked so pitiful and pitiful.

He sighed softly, seeming helpless and distressed, and then he raised his hands, held her face, and gently rubbed the tears and snot on her face with his fingers.

Those hands are rare and beautiful in the world, with slender fingers and distinct joints. From a single action, you can feel a delicate care and compassion.

After he wiped her face clean, his fingertips fell on the wound on her forehead. He checked the movement very softly and determined that it was fine, he took out an alcohol wipe from his pocket and gave her The wound was disinfected, and the dry blood stains around her wound were wiped away.

His hand finally landed on her head, parked for a long time, then clasped her head, raised it gently, then lowered his head, printed a light kiss on her eyebrow, and then let go She stood up and left.

He left for about a minute. Song Qingchun, who was sitting on the deck, suddenly sniffed his nose and felt the phone from her bag. She lowered her head, pressed it for a while, and sent a text message to go out. : [I’m at MIX, drinking, can you pick me up? 】

When the SMS was successfully sent, she put the phone back in her bag.

...

Song Qingchun blinked and looked at the studio where the program had been changed directly in front of her, and her brow furrowed tightly.

Probably because of drinking alcohol, her brain was a little dull, and she froze for a while, before she could react but something was wrong.

She just burst on the table and wept bitterly. Why is she sitting upright now and watching the show?

She rolled her eyes in disbelief, and her eyes fixed on the table. She looked at the bottle of wine, which was less than a third, and her eyebrows were even more wrinkled.

If she remembered correctly, she should have held this bottle of wine just now, why is it so far away from her now?

What a evil door... Is she drinking too high...

Song Qingchun's last rhetorical question hadn't been sent out in her heart yet. She seemed to remember something, and she suddenly raised her hand and touched her face.

It’s dry, and it’s not touched by tears...

She vaguely seemed to understand something, and suddenly sat up from the deck, carrying a bag, and ran erratically towards the bathroom with some unstable footsteps.

She almost fell in front of the sink. She looked at the mirror, opened her eyes and carefully looked at her face.

The skin was fair and delicate, without any tears, and even the blood on the forehead disappeared.