Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun's thoughts were completely chaotic.

She clearly felt that her heart, which had died ashes, revived little by little.

At the bottom of her heart, it was like there were two villains fighting. She didn't know who could win them, but she knew that she had been distraught for a long time, and neither of the two villains had won. Instead, she was exhausted and fell asleep.

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Su Zhinian waited until Song Qingchun's breath gradually became even and long before moving her fingers away from her hand.

He stared at her sleepy face for a moment, got up, and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Staring at the Wanjia lights outside the window, he clearly felt his reason and returned to his original position.

Thousands of defenses, but did not expect that she would wake up after he left the bedroom.

After a long time, I never thought that when I knew that she would be tainted by others, I would no longer care about all the rushes to her.

Tonight, he was really flushed, so that all the reason was left behind by him, and he didn't even think about what he did, which would cause doubts in her heart.

If it wasn't for him just before she touched her lips, he happened to read her thoughts from the bottom of her heart, knowing that she was pretending to be asleep, is she now, she already has a certain grasp, knowing that there is her in her heart?

It's really risky, risky... It's just a little bit worse, he is in front of her, exposing all of his care and affection.

Su Zhinian stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window until the eastern sky had a white belly, and then slowly turned around, looking at the bed-the sleeping person.

I didn't know what she had dreamed of, she had a smile on her eyebrows, and there were two cute reds on her cheeks, which made people want to rush forward and kiss hard.

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun quietly for a while, and never walked to the bedside. Instead, he deliberately chose the road farthest from the bedside, and walked to the bedroom door, opened the door without any stay. Went out.

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Probably because of the medicine given by Dr. Xia, Song Qingchun slept extraordinarily long. When she woke up, it was already bright outside the window.

The sunlight of late autumn hit her face through the window, but she couldn't open her eyes.

Song Qingchun raised his hand, covered the sun, and cuddled the quilt quietly. He lay on the bed for a moment before looking around the bedroom.

She was alone in the empty house.

Song Qingchun frowned, thinking about what happened last night, immediately opened the quilt, jumped out of bed, barefoot opened the bedroom door, and rushed out.

Like the bedroom, the sun shines brightly in the living room and there is no shadow.

Song Qingchun opened his mouth, and some unwillingly ran to the door of the study on the side, pushed it away, and still no one.

She didn't close the door and turned and rushed to the bathroom. If it weren't for an empty shower bottle, reminding her that what happened last night was real, she thought it was just a dream that she had made.

Su Zhinian, has he... gone?

Song Qingchun stood barefoot and stood on the cold bathroom floor for a long time before the thought came to mind.

An unspeakable heavy sense of loss swept her body instantly.

She withdrew from the bathroom in frustration, and before walking back to the bedroom, she heard the door behind her being knocked.