Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

When Song Qingchun was two meters away from the restaurant, the sound of the smoking machine in the kitchen stopped, and Su Zhinian came out of the kitchen with a plate.

When he put the plate on the dining table, he only discovered that she was about to approach the door, and looked at her lightly. When he talked, he said lukewarmly: "Let's eat."

With that said, he took the lead in pulling the chair he used to sit in and sat down.

Song Qingchun just nodded her head and didn't speak.

The bottom of her heart became very tense, her hands clenched her fists **** her side, and then she slipped on her slippers and walked in.

From the living room to the dining room, two steps are required.

When Song Qingchun stepped on the first step, she secretly took a breath, then bit her teeth, closed her eyes, and let herself step on the foot of the second step and stepped on an empty step.

Although Song Qingchun had already made psychological preparations in advance, when she fell on the ground without any warning, she took a breath in pain.

Instead of caring about where she fell, she dropped the rest of her eyes to Su Zhinian sitting at the table.

She clearly saw that the man was holding the bowl while holding the soup. At the moment she fell, she suddenly threw the bowl and spoon on the table, ignoring the hot soup splashed into his hand. The pain was so hot that he kicked off the chair behind him, and rushed towards the meteor striding at her.

He accidentally hit a chair on the way, but he seemed to be unaware, just lifted his foot, kicked the chair aside, and squatted in front of her. His tone sounded very light, but he kept paying attention Song Qingchun, who was fluctuating in his emotions, still sensitively grabbed a touch of concern and tension: "Where did it hurt?"

Song Qingchun did not say anything, and continued to stare at Su Zhinian without blinking.

Su Zhinian thought she was stupid, so she picked her up from the ground without saying a word, then stepped on the steps, walked to the sofa in the living room, and put her up.

He squatted down in front of her and checked her body. When he saw a small scrape on her calf, his brow furrowed fiercely. He whispered "Wait" and stood up. And went upstairs quickly.

When he came back, he carried a medicine chest in his hand.

He knelt in front of her on one knee, hurriedly opened the medicine cabinet, took the alcohol from the inside, while saying "endure", he dipped the alcohol with tweezers and wiped off her wound.

Because of the pain, Song Qingchun's body shivered, and then she felt the gentle disinfection force of the man, and became more gentle and careful.

The wound was not serious and the bleeding was not severe. After eliminating the poison, Su Zhinian took a few band-aids and tore them one by one and put them on the wound side by side.

Song Qingchun lowered her eyes and stared at Su Zhinian, who looked at him seriously and conscientiously.

In the past, he didn't care about her. It was just that she had no emotional disputes, just moved, so he didn't pay attention to his expression changes.

And this time, she was injured just to see his reaction, so she was afraid that she would miss the slightest bit during the whole process, and it was particularly clear...