Chapter 347 I Want to Be Like This for the Rest of My Life (7)

Cheng Qingcong glanced at the source of the sound suspiciously and saw a man standing there fixedly, staring straight ahead.

She didn't dare to do anything, but after a quick glance, she turned and walked towards the sink.

Through the sound of gurgling water in the faucet, Cheng Qingcong heard the laughter, which was worse than crying, getting louder and louder. At the end, it made her heart tremble. She quickly turned off the faucet, wiped the handle randomly, and then Head to the corridor and prepare to escape quickly.

As soon as she reached the junction of the bathroom and the corridor, the man suddenly stopped laughing and said in a low voice with self-deprecation: "Stupid, yes, I am just stupid..."

Following his words, he raised his hand and stabbed his chest hard, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

However, the corners of his lips rose even more, and tears flowed down his cheeks and into his mouth one after another.

Cheng Qingcong looked at this scene and was stunned for a second, then lowered her head and hurried away from Qin Yinan.

When she turned the corner, she couldn't help but look back and saw that the man who was standing had retreated to the corner and squatted on the ground at some point.

The corridor was very quiet, and he didn't make a sound, but she could clearly see that his shoulders were shrugging, and she knew that he was holding back his tears.

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Back at the villa, Song Qingchun immediately collapsed on the bed as soon as he went upstairs.

The pain in her lower abdomen was much less severe than when she was in the golden state, but she still felt short bursts of pain from time to time.

She kept tossing and turning on the bed, but no matter how many positions she changed, her whole body was always uncomfortable.

She kicked her legs irritably, and then heard a knock on the door. Before she could respond, the door was pushed open, and Su Zhinian walked in with a cup in one hand and a towel in the other.

He stood by the bed and handed the cup to her first.

Song Qingchun reluctantly sat up from the bed, took the cup, and smelled the pungent aroma of ginger tea.

He didn't leave. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, lifted up the quilt without saying a word, and lifted up her clothes.

Song Qingchun froze and almost spilled the ginger tea in the cup. Before she could ask him what he was going to do, warmth came from her cold lower abdomen.

It was the heat radiating from the towel he was holding, as if something was wrapped in it...

As if he knew the doubts in her heart, he first reached out and covered her with the quilt again, and then explained in a calm tone, "We don't have a hot water bottle at home, so we have to make do with milk in paper bags."

"Oh." Song Qingchun responded, lowered his head, took a sip of ginger tea, and added: "Thank you."

Su Zhinian gave a soft "hmm", put the towel on her lower abdomen with one hand, and straightened the corner of the uncovered quilt with the other hand.

Song Qingchun said nothing more, lowered his head and drank ginger tea silently.

The warm liquid slid down her throat and into her belly, quickly warming her cold hands and feet.

The heat of the towel under his palm made the soreness and pain in her lower abdomen disappear little by little, and the discomfort all over her body also slowly dissipated. body

The physical comfort made her feel much better, and she also realized that the room was too quiet.