Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian narrowed his eyes, stared at the thin, long down jacket worn by Song Qingchun, and then looked at the violent wind, and suddenly a flash of light...

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The shadow was against the light, and Song Qingchun couldn't see his face clearly.

She tried hard to see clearly, but the bright sunlight was too dazzling, and only a faint halo fell into her eyes.

In that halo, Song Qingchun vaguely saw Su Zhinian's alluring face that turned all beings upside down.

Is this a dream that appeared before she died?

Song Qingchun looked at it, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Su Zhinian's cheek, but her fingertips just moved, and her eyes suddenly became a little loose, and she originally wanted to stretch her fingers forward. Suddenly it turned to unzip the clothes.

The whistling wind instantly poured into her down jacket, like a balloon, and filled with air.

Her down jacket is large enough, although it can't be compared with the parachute, but the resistance of the clothes after opening has slowed her down.

The distance between him and her was getting closer and closer. When he fell to the same height as her, he responded promptly and extended his hand, grabbing her wrist in time.

At the same time, she was awakened by the brain that he had just controlled the consciousness. Her expression was a bit dazed. First, she glanced at the wrist she was grasping. When she saw the watch on his arm, The expression stiffened obviously.

His contact with her skin made him read the thoughts in her heart clearly: Am I dreaming? Why is there a person suddenly around, and this person is wearing exactly the same watch as him...

Su Zhinian didn't wait for her to think about her own thoughts, she would pull her wrist and use a little effort to pull her into her arms, raise her other hand, and circle her Waist.

His movement made her tremble slightly. Her long, curly eyelashes were like the wings of a butterfly. After shaking for a while, she slowly opened it.

As she slowly opened her eyes, Su Zhinian's terrifying look of peerless beauty came into her eyes little by little.

Perfectly lined chin, soft lips, strong nose wings, beautiful deep eye sockets, picturesque eyebrows...

The bright and shining sunlight happened to hit from the back of his head, rendering a faint golden light around his body, which set off his exquisite facial features that excelled in the world.

The scene in front of me was so beautiful, so beautiful that it was like an illusion, which made Song Qingqing subconsciously hold his breath, stared deeply at Su Zhinian, and set his mind.

She must be dreaming... definitely dreaming...

Song Qingchun thought that she would fall to pieces and wait for a while, and looked at Su Zhinian's eyes, a grief appeared.

In a rapid sense of falling, she rushed towards his cheek and slowly extended her hand.

Her fingertips didn't fall, her touch was warm and soft...

Song Qingchun frowned, and her fingers moved quickly on Su Zhinian's face. When she touched his lips, she clearly felt his warm breath, spraying on the back of her hand. On it, itchy.

Song Qingchun's hands shuddered, as if she realized what she was doing, and her eyes met Su Zhinian's eyes again.

She clearly saw the reflection of her face from his deep beautiful eyes.