Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

So... after he passed out last night, she sent him home?

Judging from the dirtiness of her body, she was still by his bed last night, staying inseparable all night?

Su Zhinian clearly felt his heart tremble fiercely, and then beat at a slower pace.

Should she be tired last night? The dark circles under the eyes are so heavy that they should not have a good rest, and the blood on the lips is a little bit less...

Distressed and densely filled with Su Zhinian's heart, he was so outrageous that he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and touched her dirty hair.

No matter what reason she took care of him, even if she was simply unwilling to die, there was still an unspeakable warmth that swept through his body in an instant.

I met him since he was eight years old and found her ten years later. He was like her shadow, hiding in the dark behind her, silently accompanying her.

He never asked for her warmth and turning back. Occasionally, an unintentional good for him on his whim will always be the same as now, making him feel as if he had the whole world, and he was extremely contented and satisfied.

His hand stayed on her hair for a moment, so he lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

When he came out again, he had a warm towel in his hand.

He did not disdain her dirt, picked her up, put it on his bed, and took a towel to wipe off the mud on her face and hair.

He seemed to be afraid of accidentally awakening her sleep, moving very gently, with a touch of tender care.

Wiping her face and hair clean, he threw the dirty towel on the bedside table, and lowered his head to check for a knock on her knee.

After a night, there were signs of crusting, blood stains mixed with soil, and the wounds were very swollen, purple bruising.

Su Zhinian took the medicine box, clamped the cotton ball with tweezers, dipped in some iodine, carefully wiped her wound clean, and after disinfection, applied some ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, using a thin layer of gauze, Gently attached to it, and then carefully covered the quilt on her body.

He lifted his fingers and wound the hair wrapped around her face behind her ears, his eyes noticed a small golden button hanging on her neck.

Some familiar...

Su Zhinian frowned, and then stretched out his fingertips to hook up the button, and then he could see clearly. This was the button on the shirt he wore the day he saved her two months ago.

That shirt was specially tailored for him by a high-end French designer. It is the only one in the world, so the 12 buttons on the shirt are also unique.

Because of his abdominal injury, the shirt was also scrapped, but because the buttons were made of pure gold, and the shape was exquisite, he had an appetite for him, so he deliberately removed those buttons before throwing away the shirt.

However, he found only eleven on his shirt, not twelve... Unexpectedly, that one was actually on her neck.

This button is the clue she left...Although she didn't know it was his, but she put his things in the place closest to the heart, but it caused a throbbing throb in his heart.