Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

The picture was as beautiful as a dream, and Song Qingchun had not yet recovered from such extreme shock, and the sound of "zizizi" came again in her ear. Then she left, right, and behind her, Even the top of the head is full of bright fireworks.

The sound of "zizizi" continues, clusters of streamers like dragons rise slowly, blasting continuously in mid-air, blooming blossoming flowers, in various poses and colorful.

The light of the fireworks illuminated the night, the sea water flapped against the rocks, and the sea breeze blew.

Standing in the same place, Song Qingchun was dazzled and unrelenting in a circle, looking at the fireworks that enveloped herself in the middle, only to feel like she was in a fairy tale world of fire trees and silver flowers.

Suddenly a loud noise rang, and Song Qingchun's whole body trembled. With the brilliant light of fireworks, Song Qingchun saw countless black shadows, and the fireworks that fell directly down like waterfalls fell one after another from the sky.

When the shadow fell in front of her, she held out her hand to pick it up, only to see that it was all petals.

Light pink, warm white, goose yellow, tender green...

"Youth..." Song Qingchun, who was intoxicated in such a dream world, heard an elegant and familiar tone from behind the sea breeze.

She turned her head subconsciously and saw countless fireworks rising from the ground in front of her, and Su Zhinian walked out of the colorful smoke in an elegant pose.

The multicolored light of fireworks set him off even more charming and dazzling.

He stared at her, walking gracefully and calmly step by step.

As he approached, Song Qingchun's heart became inexplicably nervous. Her hand subconsciously grasped the warm white petal caught in her palm.

Su Zhinian stopped slowly about half a meter away from Song Qingchun. He looked directly at her eyes, then raised his head, looked at the beautiful fireworks blooming in the sky, and continued to take a step forward. He said, "Remember? You said you wanted a feast of fireworks for you all."

Song Qingchun froze for a moment, blinked at Su Zhinian, then froze again, and then remembered that she seemed to have said something like this.

That was during the Spring Festival of the year when he lived in the Song family. She wanted to see the fireworks. Qin Yinan was not in Beijing. Unaccompanied, she could only let him accompany him.

The fireworks that night were really spectacular. She saw the excited place, the whole person jumped up, and then pulled the sleeves of Su Zhinian excitedly, saying: "After a long time, there will be a special event for A firework feast blooming alone..."

As soon as she said that, another wave of fireworks unfolded, and she took a photo of her mobile phone excitedly.

And the young man standing beside her, with his hands in his pockets, put on a cold face, but Yu Guang in the corner of his eyes stared at her excited face and calmed down.

Although Su Zhinian did not have physical contact with Song Qingchun, from her expression, he could infer that she remembered the matter.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and took another half step forward, closer to her.

The sea breeze blew the breath of his body, constantly floating towards her, and the petals plummeted down, falling on her and his head and shoulders.

He stared at her eyes, and relentlessly reopened: "Youth, I like you."