Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

In the past, Su Zhinian would stop Song Qingchun from drinking.

But this time he didn't.

He quietly leaned against the door of the villa where Song Qingchun stayed, looking at the heavy snow in front of him, listening to Song Qingchun's voice like drinking boiled water, gurgling and rumbling.

She still had such a bad drink. She was drunk but never stopped. She also took the phone and called the front desk to deliver the wine.

Su Zhinian only asked the waiter to deliver the wine once, but prohibited the second delivery.

Song Qingchun inside was completely drunk into a mess of mud, she muttered a lot of things to herself, and scolded him while muttering.

The drunkenness caused her to lose her mind, and she talked upside-down. At the end, she giggled and seemed to be very happy, singing and dancing in the villa.

Song Qingchun struggled for most of the night before he stopped.

Su Zhinian waited until her breathing was long and slept completely before returning to the room she opened.

The day after the heavy snow, the weather was surprisingly good.

The sun is shining brightly on the resort, the red plums and white snow, and the impact of colors make the world as beautiful as a dream.

Su Zhinian got up on time at eight o'clock, and after eating early, he appeared at the door of Song Qingchun's villa.

She was drunk and hadn't awoke. He leaned against the wall, staring at the children who were not far away and waiting quietly.

At ten o'clock, there was finally movement in the villa.

Song Qingchun woke up, and because of the hangover, it caused a severe headache, and made a short mumble.

She stayed in bed for about fifteen minutes, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

The sound of flowing water sounded for almost half an hour before it stopped, and then the sound of bottles and cans opening and closing, Su Zhinian who lived with her for a hundred days knew that it was her daily skin care.

With the rustling sound of dressing over, the villa fell into a strange silence.

Su Zhinian raised his wrist and glanced at the time. It was already 11:15. According to the usual practice, Song Qingnian was afraid to call for a meal.

However, until 11:45, Song Qingchun still did not make any movement.

Just when Su Zhinian thought she was sleeping again, he heard her footsteps going downstairs.

The click of the slippers was getting closer and closer to the door of the house. Su Zhinian habitually stood upright, walked around the wall beside the villa, and hid.

The door of the villa opened, and Song Qingchun did not leave on the steps as before, but turned directly and looked over to the place where Su Zhinian stood.

She stood at the door for a moment, did not close the door of the villa, and came over to Su Zhinian.

Her hangover looked pale, her hair dried, and she draped her hair behind her head casually, and the cold wind blew around.

She looked at him quietly for a while, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "Shall we talk?"

"Okay." Su Zhinian nodded, looked at the icy and snowy surroundings, and then looked at her without a coat, and then said: "It's cold outside, do you want to talk about the advanced room?"

Song Qingchun yelled, turned and walked back to her villa. She did not close the door. Su Zhinian knew that she wanted him to go to her room to talk.

When Su Zhinian entered the house, Song Qingnian was already sitting on the sofa. She probably had a headache, and her fingers were rubbing her temple on the left.