Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun looked up and Su Zhinian stared at each other for a few seconds before suddenly responding that he was still sitting in the puddle.

Her face suddenly turned red and she lowered her head a little embarrassedly, then propped on the ground and got up from the ground.

The leg was so painful that she fell, and when she stood halfway, the leg was soft and the person almost fell back to the ground.

Fortunately, Su Zhinian, who stood beside him, stretched out his hand quickly, supported her arm, and slowly supported her.

"Thank you." Song Qingchun raised his head and glanced at Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian didn't say anything. After seeing her standing, he let go of the arm that held her arm. He wanted to ask her a sentence "would you like to go to the hospital to see the wound". Was replaced by a dull "Are you looking for me?"

Song Qingchun first "huh?", and then seemed to remember something, suddenly realized "Oh", and quickly took the bag in his hand to the front.

Fortunately... when Fang Rou packed the bag, he covered a layer of transparent bag on the outside of his clothes, and it didn't get dirty.

Song Qingchun breathed a sigh of relief and handed the clothes over to Su Zhinian: "This is the clothes you landed in my house. My dad said you didn't go far. Let me catch up and give you..."

"Oh." Su Zhinian responded very lightly, staring at the bag in Song Qingchun's hand for a while, as if hesitating for something, he slowly extended his hand and held the bag.

His fingertips just happened to touch hers, and she felt a very hot temperature, and ran straight into her heart from her fingers.

This temperature seems a bit wrong...

Song Qingchun frowned, but the hand that was supposed to be taken away stayed deliberately for a while before she realized that Su Zhinian seemed to have a high fever.

"You..." Just like the day she lived in his house, she habitually raised her head and wanted to ask him something, did you have a fever?

But as soon as she said a word, she remembered that he and she seemed to have nothing to do with it. These concerns seemed to be unnecessary...

Song Qingchun thought for a moment in his heart, withdrew his hand back, and said stupidly and stiffly to him: "...if you are fine, I will go first."

She just touched his fingertips so that he could clearly read the thoughts in her heart.

It turned out that, as he thought, in her heart, he was already a stranger...

Su Zhinian's eyes slightly dimmed, and then he lowered his eyes, squeezed his lips silently, nodded gently, and said, "Okay."

"Then..." He seems to be burning badly, is it really okay? And now looking at him, his face is very pale, without the slightest blood color, don't he need to go to the hospital?

Song Qingchun thought that when he lived in Su Zhinian's home, he was sick or injured, and it was all a picture of hiding himself. Is it that he will keep himself in the room and stay alone as he did after waiting to go home Licking the pain?

Song Qingchun's heart felt dull pain twice, she bit her lip, and finally quietly followed the words just said: "...bye."

"Well, goodbye." Su Zhinian returned quietly, standing still without moving.

Song Qingchun stayed for a moment, and finally raised her foot, but she hadn't walked two steps yet. Su Zhinian, who was standing in front of her, gently shook her body, and fell to her arms. .