Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

She raised her hand subconsciously, trying to stop it, but a pair of warm big hands took the lead to stop her.

The needle poked deeper and deeper into the skin, seeming to poke into the bone. As the drug was slowly pushed, the pain was infinitely expanded. Song Qingchun couldn't help but shed tears and whispered in a low voice: "It hurts, it hurts..."

The man holding her hand squeezed the back of her hand with some appeasement when he heard her, and said softly to her, "Be patient, just be cured..."

Endure... But the more she endures, the clearer the pain, and finally she shakes all over her body, and a layer of cold sweat rises on her forehead.

"Are you okay?" It was the nice gentle male voice just now. As his voice settled, a soft towel fell on her forehead and helped her wipe away the sweat.

"Immediately..." It was a female voice, very cold. After finishing the speech, Song Qingnian felt that the needle on his shoulder was pulled out suddenly, and then a cotton swab pressed on the shoulder.

In a muddle, she felt the man holding her hand, sorted out her clothes, covered the quilt for her, and then talked to the female voice for a while, saying a bunch of words about three times a day, two pieces at a time, Then there was the footsteps of someone leaving.

After I don't know how long it is, Song Qingchun vaguely heard the voice of someone approaching, and then she had another layer of quilt on her body.

Then, the seat next to her fell down, as if someone had sat down.

She waited for a long time, and did not wait for the person who stood by her side to speak. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but she couldn’t lift her heavy eyelids. Finally, the medicine worked, and she sinked into it completely. In his sleep.

...

When Song Qingchun opened her eyes again, it was already dark outside the window.

She had a terrible dry mouth, rolled her eyes, looked around the surrounding environment, and found a cold kettle on the side coffee table, so she struggled to sit up, opened the quilt, and got out of bed.

There were no slippers by the bed. She had to walk barefoot and walk on the cold ground.

After drinking the water, Song Qingchun felt that the whole person was more comfortable, and her brain was awake, and then she realized later that she was in a completely strange apartment.

She remembered that she went to the "Beijing City Club" to pick up things in the morning as directed by the director. When she came out, she encountered Su Zhinian, and... people fell into a coma...

She vaguely remembered that when she was unconscious, it seemed that someone had been taking care of her... Wiping her sweat, feeding water... So, was she saved by this person in this apartment?

Song Qingchun pondered for a few seconds, then put down the glass in his hand, bare feet, and walked out of the bedroom.

There was no one in the living room, only the crystal chandelier at the dining room was lit, and the buzz of the smoking machine came from the kitchen.

Song Qingchun walked towards the kitchen without thinking. As soon as she walked through the sofa, the kitchen door was opened. With the sound of mumbling soup inside, Song Qingchun saw Qin Yi wrapped in her apron. South, carrying a plate, came out.

Song Qingchun's unconscious opening: "Brother Enan?"

Qin Yinan raised his head when he heard the sound and saw Song Qingchun standing not far in front. His eyebrows were immediately stained with a warm smile: "Wake up?"