189 Sharing the Same Bed (8)

After watching, Su Zhinian fell asleep again.

I slept too late last night, and when Song Qingchun woke up, it was already eleven o'clock.

At the beginning, Song Qingchun's eyes were a little empty. She was just about to stretch lazily when she suddenly remembered that she seemed to be sleeping with Su Zhinian last night. Then she raised her head and saw Su Zhinian Zhang Jin's stunning face.

His complexion looked much better than last night, although he was still a little pale, but not so scary, his unconsciousness turned into a deep sleep, his breathing was long and even, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his lips meaning.

She and Su Zhinian hadn't been this close many times. In her memory, it seemed that there were only three times. The first two times happened when he was drunk. At that time, she was only in a panic and didn't dare to go Having seen him, let alone carefully and extensively, at this time, he was sleeping, she stared at him for a while, and found that even if she looked closely, she still couldn't find any blemishes on his facial features, skin Well, I didn't see any pores.

Last night, Song Qingchun felt distressed for a moment and did such a thing on impulse. Now that she woke up, her senses have completely returned. Even though the two of them didn't do anything last night, they just slept together like this. Some didn't know how to face Su Zhinian.

What's more, during this period of time, the relationship between her and him has always been lukewarm.

Song Qingchun hesitated for a while, and decided to take advantage of his deep sleep and leave quietly, pretending that this incident never happened.

Thinking of this, Song Qingchun took Su Zhinian's arm around his waist very lightly, then climbed out of bed, picked up the slippers on the floor, and tiptoed out of his bedroom.

Back in the bedroom, Song Qingchun took a shower first, then changed into clean clothes, and came out of the bathroom, only to realize that she had left her phone in Su Zhinian's bedroom.

After drying her hair, Song Qingchun gently pushed open Su Zhinian's bedroom door and poked her head in. Unexpectedly, Su Zhinian had already woken up, and she was leaning on the head of the bed with a calm face. Staring at the mural opposite.

Song Qingchun subconsciously retracted his head, but Su Zhinian seemed to have sensed the movement, and turned his head lightly.

Song Qingchun had no choice but to bite the bullet and say hello to Su Zhinian: "Mr. Su, are you awake?"

Su Zhinian nodded slightly, but remained silent.

"I left my phone in your bedroom..." Song Qingchun said while pointing to Su Zhinian's pillow.

Su Zhinian didn't respond, she just stared at her motionlessly, as if asking her silently, why is your phone on my bed?

Only then did Song Qingchun suddenly think of the picture of her sleeping in his arms last night, and her face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

But, fortunately, he was unconscious last night...

She hastily found an excuse and lied to explain: "I was here to watch over you during your infusion last night. When I went back to my room, I forgot to bring it."

Su Zhinian stared at her quietly, as if he didn't believe what she said. After a while, he said "hmm", tapped her phone with his chin, and motioned for her to come and get it.

Song Qingchun breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly walked to the bed. When she reached out to take her mobile phone, she saw a long and slender hair under Su Zhinian's arm.