Chapter 331 I Don’t Have the Confidence to Fall Out (1)

So handsome that you can't even stretch your legs...

Su Zhinian, who had always been calm and calm no matter what happened, when Song Qingchun read these six words in her heart, the hand against her forehead suddenly shivered violently, and then a mouthful of blood came out. It almost spurted out of his mouth.

Who can tell him where she learned these adjectives that he has never heard of before?

When Su Zhinian's hands were shaking, Song Qingchun's head also shook. Her thoughts were suddenly pulled back from her wandering thoughts, and then she felt a warm palm pressing against her forehead. She was stunned for a second, as if she understood something. She looked intently and saw Su Zhinian's face that turned all living beings upside down.

It turned out that the face that had just magnified in her eyes was not a figment of her imagination, but that Su Zhinian himself came to her at some point... Oh my god, she had been coveting his beauty for a long time just now...

Song Qingchun's heart once again thought of the sentence "too handsome to close his legs", and then he felt the heat on his face, which began to spread rapidly and spread throughout his body.

She knew that everything that happened just now was secretly imagined by her alone, and it was impossible for Su Zhinian to know.

But she didn't know if she had a guilty conscience, but at this moment, when facing him, she felt terribly embarrassed and nervous, like a thief who had been caught red-handed.

Song Qingchun swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva before forcing himself to make a sound: "What, what's wrong?"

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun for two seconds, then said calmly, "It's nothing. Seeing how red your face is, I thought you had a fever."

Song Qingchun blushed at his look and these words, and the speaker felt even more embarrassed. She felt her heart beating so fast that she didn't even dare to move. She stared at Su Zhinian. His eyes became a little weak, and his tone of voice trembled slightly: "I, I don't have a fever, I just slept a little hot..."

Saying that, Song Qingchun lowered his head with a guilty conscience and avoided Su Zhinian's sight.

"Is that so?" Su Zhinian asked lightly as if on purpose, and then pressed his hand harder against her forehead.

Song Qingchun was even less confident when he asked back. She opened her mouth and wanted to reply "Yes" naturally, but she only said the word "Yes" and stumbled.

She didn't know if she was thinking too much, but she always felt that the atmosphere was a little weird, as if... all her inner thoughts were being seen through by him...

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Song Qingchun became. The eyes staring at his knees began to wander around, and finally stopped at Su Zhinian's waist...

It seems a little different from usual there... It seems a little bulging?

When Su Zhinian touched Song Qingchun's head, he bent slightly and his waist happened to touch her legs. As soon as this idea came to her mind, she felt a hard touch on her knees...

Song Qingchun's thoughts suddenly stopped. Even though she was separated by two layers of clothes, she could still feel the heat... She was stunned for a while before she understood. No wonder it was bulging. It turned out to be Su, Su's mysophobia. There was, there was …

Su Zhinian was stunned for a moment, then stunned again, and then suddenly turned and left before she could finish thinking.