Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

What should she return? Good night? Don't... return to good night, there seems to be nothing to talk about...

Song Qingchun was lying on the bed-, biting her finger and thinking for a long time, before tapping on the keyboard a few times, and sending a message: "Did you take the medicine?"

This time Su Zhinian's text message responded quickly: "Not yet."

"Not yet?" Song Qingchun frowned as she typed, and then edited a text message: "Dr. Xia said, you need to take medicine to make it faster. Why didn't you eat it?"

Su Zhinian leaning on the bedside, looking at Song Qingchun's long words, could not help chuckling, she cares about him again, doesn't she?

"Eat right away." He typed back her message and got out of bed and poured a glass of water.

Su Zhinian's memory has always been good. He took the pill according to Song Qingchun's noon, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it.

Just dropped the glass, Song Qingchun's text message came again: "Do you remember how to eat?"

Su Zhinian, who had taken the medicine, returned: "It seems to remember."

Remember when you remember, don’t remember if you don’t, what does it seem to remember? Song Qingchun frowned, and then skewed his head for a moment, thinking back to Su Zhinian: "The white bottle is two pills, the anti-inflammatory medicine needs four pills, the white little pill is one, and the largest white one is three. grain."

Song Qingchun first received an "um" word from Su Zhinian, and then received another sentence: "Eat well."

He just took a medicine and she was inexplicably happy. She held the phone and wanted to say something to him, but after thinking it over carefully, she didn't know what to say, so she typed the words and sent In the past: "Good night."

Su Zhinian stared at the two words on the screen of the mobile phone, and a trace of tenderness appeared between his brows and eyes. While gently pressing "WANAN" on the keyboard, he silently said "I love you, love you" in the heart, and then The word "Good Night" in the edit bar was sent out.

Song Qingzheng received Su Zhinian's "Good Night", and her heart was inexplicably stable. She looked at the two words softly for a long time, then raised her hand and slid the text message to the top. I read the late news one by one, but there were few words. The total number of words before and after was only a hundred words. However, she felt that it was more exciting than reading a novel. She read it over and over again. Why? She didn’t get bored, and even at the end, she covered her mouth, giggled, and smiled, Song Qingchun bit her fingers beautifully, staring at the ceiling and thinking: he and she are now "returned" Is it good?"

It's okay... all text messages!

Song Qingchun buried her head in the quilt and laughed softly.

...

She didn't know that Su Zhinian, on the other side, was actually holding the mobile phone just like her, and watching their text messages with only a hundred words.

Seeing the end, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and his heart seemed to melt, giving him a warm, numb feeling.

But with a smile, his smile became a little sad.

Is he and she really "returning to the old"?

It's so beautiful, he really can't bear to cut off like this, so let's do this first...only friends, the most ordinary friends...

...

Early the next morning, Song Qingchun woke up holding her mobile phone.

She read the text messages of her and Su Zhinian again before getting up to wash.