Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

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Song Qingchun slept deeply, and when he woke up again, it was noon the next day.

The hangover caused her head to be so painful that when she opened her eyes, her brain was blank.

She used to hold the quilt and tried to lie on the bed for a while, but it was a light and familiar fragrance between her nose. She frowned, before she noticed that the bed sheet cover was not the light powder she used on weekdays. But dark blue.

This is obviously a male style...

Song Qingchun was like being knocked hard by someone, and she was completely awake. She slammed up from the bed and looked around the surrounding environment, recognizing that it was Su Zhinian's bedroom.

Why is she at his house?

Song Qingchun frowned, but did not want to understand what was going on. The bedroom door was pushed open. Su Zhinian, who was wearing a white casual outfit, walked in with a few clothes in his hand.

Song Qingchun recognized that it was the dress she wore yesterday... She lowered her head subconsciously, glanced over her chest, and found Su Zhinian's shirt she was wearing.

What the **** is going on? How did she wake up and she fell asleep on his bed-not to mention, still wearing his shirt? And she had no impression of when she took off her clothes and changed his shirt?

The more Song Qingqing thought, the more head hurt.

Su Zhinian stopped about a meter away from the bed, dropped her clothes on the bed, and threw a quiet voice: "Wake up and wash quickly, go downstairs for lunch."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for her to respond, so he turned around and left the bedroom.

As the bedroom door was closed, Song Qingchun wracked his brain again to think about what was going on, while slowly getting off the bed and going to the bathroom in a familiar way.

Song Qingchun absently walked to the hand-washing station and saw the brand-new toothbrush and mouthwash cups placed next to the faucet. Knowing that it was Su Zhinian’s own use, he took it up and squeezed the toothpaste while taking water gargle.

Song Qingchun brushed her teeth twice, raised her head, looked at the mirror in front of her, and then her eyes suddenly opened to the maximum.

Where can I still look in the mirror? The mirror surface more than one meter wide is covered with words densely covered with lipstick.

Even the white wall next to it was messed up with lipstick.

Song Qingchun is familiar with the color of the lipstick, the one she carries with her every day.

With a toothbrush in his head, Song Qingchun froze for a while, then lowered his head to look around, and then in the trash bin, saw the Chanel lipstick with only the empty tube left.

Song Qingchun blinked before recovering the shock from the bottom of his heart and looking at the words on the mirror.

"Su Zhinian is a big jerk", "Su Zhinian is a bastard", "Su Zhinian is a big bad guy"...

Song Qingchun is also familiar with these cursing handwriting, just her handwriting...

The toothbrush in Song Qingchun's mouth fell into the wash basin with a "snap".

She stared staringly at the curse words, and spent a lot of effort to stabilize her mind, lowered her head, picked up the toothbrush, rinsed it, squeezed the toothpaste again, stuffed it into her mouth, while brushing her teeth, while Continue to look at the words on the mirror.

"Su Zhinian likes Song Qingnian", "Song Qingnian loves Su Zhinian most", "Su Zhinian Song Qingnian loves each other for a lifetime"...