Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian knew that she had said so much, and now it was finally his turn to speak.

But he looked into her eyes, her lips squeezed tightly, and as time passed slowly, she never answered her question.

In the afternoon, she accidentally sent him the sentence "I love you", and he was so silent.

It is still such a silence...

What is in his heart? Was it a rejection that she feared?

Song Qingzhen was still nervous after waiting for Su Zhinian's response. She tried to squeeze her shirt so that she didn't look so embarrassed. Then she grinned at Su Zhinian and slowly He said, "I admit that I used to have no you in the blueprint I planned, but now I can do nothing in the blueprint I planned, but I can't do without you...so, are you willing to make my dream come true?"

Su Zhinian responded to her still silent.

His quietness and silence made her feel nervous and panicked in addition to her nervousness.

The woman’s sixth instinct told her that her confession might be rejected, but before he refused, she still fought for herself again: "I know you have a girl you like, you I have also said that you will only love her all your life...but, you also said that it is impossible for you and her to be a lifetime...so, if you can, can you let me accompany you for the rest of your life?"

Su Zhinian pursed her lips, and still showed no signs of speaking.

His handsome face was calm like water, without any emotion, but this look of him, how to look at this time is so cold.

Song Qingchun waited for a long time, but did not wait for his response. Her eyes gradually showed a trace of moisture. She endured the sadness in her mouth and urged again: "Can you? Will you? Can you?"

Can you tell me not to change those habits you gave me?

Will you let me be in my future blueprint?

Can I take my hand for the rest of my life and let me walk with you?

Su Zhinian was questioned by Song Qingchun one after another, and finally he responded.

He raised his hands and rubbed his face gently, then leaned slowly on the sofa, resting one hand on the table at random, his posture looked elegant and relaxed.

He didn't go to see her, lowered his eyes, stared at the table, and tapped the table with his fingers for a long time, as if seriously considering.

After a while, he raised his eyelids and met her eyes: "Youth..."

Song Qingchun knew the result she wanted and finally came, but she didn't have the courage to listen. When he called her name, she also subconsciously called his name: "Su Zhinian."

Su Zhinian seemed to understand her uneasiness, and was very cooperative. After she called his name, she did not continue to speak.

He gave her about half a minute to buffer her emotions, and her lips showed signs of movement.

Looking at his eyes, Song Qingchun became a little panicked, revealing a trace of innocent pity.

This time Su Zhinian was not soft-hearted and did not pause for a second. He said directly and politely and in a low-pitched voice: "Thank you for your like, I am very happy and very happy."

The bad hunch was even stronger, and Song Qingchun couldn't feel the pain in her nails: "Su Zhinian..."