Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

His fingertips could not help but rubbed her cheeks, a little bit, and forcefully.

She slept deeply, and showed no signs of being awakened. Xu was comfortably touched by him, and there was a small smile of satisfaction in her lips.

His heart was instantly soft, staring at her eyebrows, and became tender and watery.

The night was getting deeper, the girl had fallen into deep sleep, sitting on the bed and kept still, Su Zhinian who had never moved, and the soft eyes with traces of dim sadness climbed up.

She even told him tonight that he would go to **** with him... he had been alone for so long, and he had never been accompanied... God knows how thrilled and throbbed his heart when he heard what she said.

But, Tingting, do you know?

A heaven, a hell.

I have already been in hell, I have no chance to choose, but you are different, you have room to look back, so don’t be like me, so do not fall back to **** without hesitation.

Even if Qin Yinan can't marry you, don't think of returning to me.

Because, your impulse at this time will be the pain and suffering of a lifetime...

Tonight, at the most critical moment, I can run away, not the next time I am, I can also control the impulse in my body.

So, Tingting, don't come to tease me again, because, I will really trap you in hell, as you said, for a lifetime.

The horizon outside the window gradually began to whiten. Su Zhinian slowly withdrew his hand from Song Qingchun's cheek. He pulled the quilt up for her and then stood up, falling cautiously towards her eyebrow. A soft kiss turned and walked out of the bedroom.

At seven o'clock in the morning on the streets of Beijing, there were not many vehicles. Su Zhinian drove the car expertly and quickly arrived at the apartment south of Qin.

He parked the car directly downstairs in the apartment, and then strode meteorically toward the elevator, pressing the floor south of Qin.

He stood at the door of the apartment south of Qin, raised his hand and pressed the doorbell on the wall. After about two minutes, Su Zhinian passed the door panel and heard the approaching footsteps coming from inside.

Qin Yinan opened the door without even asking the sentence "Who is it?"

With a strong alcohol, Su Zhinian frowned in disgust.

Qin Yinan's face was ugly, and the person looked a little unconscious. He stared at Su Zhinian for a while before recognizing who he was, and then slowly let himself go: "Come in."

Su Zhinian followed Qin Yinan into the house silently. Qin Yinan just closed the door. Su Zhinian reached out and grabbed the collar of his pajamas, staring at his eyes and questioning coldly. : "You asked Song Qingchun not to marry her?"

Qin Yinnan tranced for a while, then nodded gently and said, "Yeah..."

Before his words were settled, Su Zhinian's fist slammed into his face.

Qin Yinan's beaten face turned to the past, and a wisp of liquid slowly came out of the corner of his lips.

He didn't return his hand, even as if he didn't feel pain, the expression on his face did not change. He leaned his head for a while and then raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, then stared at the sticky fingertips , With a low chuckle, nodded, and said in agreement: "It's time to fight, it's time to fight..."