Chapter 529 A Night of Burning Passion (9)

Song Qingchun took the room card from the waiter, stood in front of the door and took several deep breaths, then raised his hand to swipe the card and opened the door.

Qin Yinan opened a suite. Only the lights in the living room were on. The doors of the other rooms were open, but it was dark inside.

Su Zhinian closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Perhaps because he drank too much, his complexion looked particularly pale. Several buttons on the collar of his shirt were torn open, revealing his strong and sexy collarbones, which reflected a lustrous luster under the light.

Song Qingchun stood at the door, looked at Su Zhinian for a moment, then stepped in, then gently closed the door and walked towards Su Zhinian.

As soon as she approached him, he suddenly stood up from the sofa. Song Qingchun was startled and instinctively took a step back. Then he saw Su Zhinian stumbling into the bathroom nearby.

The bathroom door was open, and there were waves of vomiting sounds coming from inside.

Song Qingchun tightly grasped the medicine box and wallet in her hands, then placed those things on the coffee table and followed into the bathroom.

He didn't turn on the light, and through the light in the bedroom, she could see him lying in front of the sink, vomiting heartbreakingly.

She walked forward quickly, stood beside him, raised her hand and patted his back gently.

The sound of his vomiting gradually became quieter. He raised his head and looked at the mirror in front of him. Because the light was too dark, Song Qingchun couldn't see his eyes clearly. She didn't know whether he recognized her when he was so drunk. who.

He stretched out his hand and touched the faucet for a long time, but did not turn on the faucet. Song Qingchun quickly helped open it.

He stretched out his hands to rinse his mouth with water, but his fingertips trembled violently due to the drunkenness. As soon as his hands left the water, they were all gone.

Song Qingchun turned around, turned on the light in the bathroom, took a toothbrush cup, rinsed it briefly twice, took a glass of water, and handed it to Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian took it in a daze, and before he could raise it to his mouth, the water glass slipped from his hand and smashed into the sink.

Fortunately, the magnificent mouthwash cup is made of good material and is not broken.

Song Qingchun helped to get another glass of water and raised it to Su Zhinian's mouth. After helping him rinse his mouth, he helped him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with difficulty.

Song Qingchun put Su Zhinian on the bed, fed him some anti-alcohol medicine, and then took off his shoes and dirty clothes with great effort.

He was obviously drunk and unconscious, and had no idea that anyone was looking at him. But when Song Qingchun saw his strong chest, her face still turned slightly red. She just glanced at it secretly, and then quickly pulled The quilt was covered over him.

His hand hung outside the bed. She picked it up and was about to put it into the quilt when she saw that his wrist was very red, as if he had been burned, and a small blister appeared in the middle.

Song Qingchun stared at his wrist for a moment, then picked up his wallet and left the room.

When Song Qingchun came back, Su Zhinian was already asleep. She knelt beside the bed, gently picked up the alcohol and band-aid she had just bought from the drugstore, and simply disinfected and bandaged the burn on Su Zhinian's wrist. one time.

The room was exceptionally quiet. Song Qingchun, who had been bandaged, was half-kneeling on the ground. She stared at his hands with lowered eyelids for a while, then slowly turned her head and looked at his face.