Chapter 188 Sharing the Same Bed (7)

He trembled violently all over his body, and then lay there quietly without any reaction.

Song Qingchun held her breath nervously, she felt her heart beating, as if it would pop out of her throat at any moment.

After a long time, Su Zhinian suddenly reached out and hugged her.

His strength was so great that it almost broke her back.

Because of the pain, Song Qingchun frowned slightly, but did not dodge, and then she heard him whispering several times in her ear: "Tingting... Tingting..."

Every time he said it, he used a different tone, some were painful, some were loving, and some were helpless...

Who is Tingting? Is it someone he likes? Then what he just said was for Tingting?

She remembered that she accidentally peeked at his diary once before, and it said "Three lives are lucky to meet you, and I will marry you in my lifetime". Such a beautiful sentence was also written for that girl named "Tingting"?

Who is Tingting? Is it someone he likes? Then what he just said was for Tingting?

It was late at night and very quiet. Song Qingchun could feel that Su Zhinian's burning was fading little by little. Perhaps it was because this was the first time in her life that she slept with a man in the same bed. She didn't feel sleepy for a long time. I closed my eyes, my heart was in a mess, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Her body nestled in his arms was still a little stiff all the time. As time passed and sleepiness struck, her consciousness also began to slacken. She seemed to fall asleep in a daze, but she was woken up by the alarm of her mobile phone halfway through. .

She opened her eyes in a daze, turned off the alarm first, and then touched Su Zhinian's forehead. The fever had subsided. Because she was too sleepy, she didn't think about anything else, and fell into a deep sleep again.

The night is deep and the dream is long, and the years are quiet.

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In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight in winter shone through the bright window on Su Zhinian's face, and he opened his eyes habitually.

He felt that he slept for a long time and had a beautiful dream, in which he loved her the most.

Su Zhinian stared at the snow-white ceiling and recalled the scene in his dream for a long time, then moved his body slightly, trying to get up, and then found something strange around him.

Song Qingchun was sleeping on his shoulder with his hands slightly resting on his chest, while he had one hand under her neck and the other around her waist.

Su Zhinian was stunned for a while by such an intimate cuddling posture before he came back to his senses.

He frowned, and then remembered that he refused the secretary's care at five o'clock yesterday afternoon, and returned home alone. On the way home, he already felt a little comfortable, so he forced himself into the room and collapsed on the sofa superior.

His head hurts, his heart is beating fast, but he insists on not letting himself rest.

He waited until seven o'clock, and waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for her to come back. He waited until he couldn't hold on anymore and fell into a coma.

But now he is in his bedroom, and she is lying beside him...

Su Zhinian looked around the bedroom, and saw a few bottles of medicine on the coffee table, and a new band-aid was pasted on the back of his hand, which was clearly created, and there were healing needle holes underneath.

It turned out that what happened last night was not a dream.

Su Zhinian didn't get up, and stared at Song Qingchun in a daze, his eyes were extraordinarily deep, as if he wanted to engrave such a beautiful scene in his heart forever.