Chapter 248 Starting From the First Meeting and Ending at the End of Life (8)

"Su Zhinian, please go back to the bedroom and sleep."

Su Zhinian's movements of arranging the quilt suddenly stopped. His back was turned to her, and his hand holding the quilt became much stronger.

The room was extremely quiet. He thought he had just heard a hallucination. He stayed bent over for a while before coming back to his senses and smoothing out the bedding.

Although Song Qingchun didn't have any other distracting thoughts in her heart, she just wanted Su Zhinian to lie on the bed and have a good rest, but when she finished what she just said, her heartbeat started to accelerate violently.

She stared at his unresponsive back for a while, and then spoke again. Even though his back was turned to her, her face started to get hot and red as she spoke: "Su Zhinian, don't stay on the sofa." Go to bed, go to the bedroom... You have to drive during the day... It will be better to rest in bed..."

When Song Qingchun said the last word, she felt as if her cheeks were on fire. Her voice became softer and softer. She quietly glanced at Su Zhinian's motionless figure like a statue, and shook her hands vigorously. fist, then bit his lower lip, as if he had made up his mind, he closed his mouth directly, stepped forward, and rolled up the bedding and pillows that Su Zhinian had just made, without even looking at him. I hugged him and hurriedly passed him and walked into the bedroom.

Song Qingchun threw Su Zhinian's pillow and quilt on the other half of the bed, and quickly got into her bed. She covered her head tightly with the quilt, and then hid in the dark room. Under the quilt, I gently patted my burned cheek before I dared to breathe in small sips.

After a while, Song Qingchun heard the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open, and she immediately held her breath.

Even though she was separated by a layer of quilt, Song Qingchun could still feel Su Zhinian's eyes on her. Her whole body buried in the quilt was as tight as a corpse, lying stiffly.

Su Zhinian stood at the door for a while, then gently closed the door and walked into the house. As he approached, Song Qingchun's body stiffened even more, and she felt as if all the blood in her body had solidified.

In her ears, there was the rustling sound of Su Zhinian adjusting the bedding. But for just one minute, Song Qingchun felt as if a century had passed. Then the whole bedroom became extremely silent, and she was nervous. Her hands grasped the sheets under her body tightly. After an unknown amount of time, the man suddenly reacted again. Before Song Qingchun even realized what he was saying, the bed beside her sank.

Song Qingchun couldn't help but shiver, and her closed eyelids instinctively closed them harder.

The bedroom was completely quiet. Song Qingchun could hear Su Zhinian's shallow breathing and strong heartbeat. The man's unique light fragrance, which was never wrapped tightly around the edge of the quilt, penetrated into her from time to time. Breathing.

The aroma smelled very good, with a hint of tranquility mixed in the coolness. Song Qingchun's tense emotions gradually relaxed, and her tiredness and sleepiness gradually came over. Her breathing changed from intermittent at first to long and long. Calm and slow.

Su Zhinian, who had been lying quietly on one side, slowly sat up and gently lifted the quilt covering her head.