Chapter 530 A Night of Burning Passion (10)

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.

Under the dim yellow light, the contours of his face were outlined more beautifully and delicately.

Being drunk made his already fair complexion look as clear as white porcelain.

His whole person looked like a silent sculpture, his facial features were so perfect that no flaws or blemishes could be found. Even though the tiredness of wine and tiredness flowed between his brows, he was still so beautiful that it made people enchanted.

She hadn't seen him for only three short months. She could see his face almost every day. Even many times in her sleep late at night, she could completely describe his face. But even if She remembered that this face was deeply rooted in her bones, and when she looked at it so closely, she still lost her mind and soul for it.

The picture seemed to be still, he was sleeping quietly, and she was watching silently.

As time went by, the anti-hangover medicine he took took effect, easing the discomfort of being drunk. His tight eyebrows gradually relaxed, and his chiseled face looked increasingly calm and dazzling.

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian with an expression that became more and more attentive, his eyebrows became tender, and even the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise a slight arc.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and slowly explored his face.

She was afraid that her touch would wake him up, so her fingertips trembled violently, and when she was about to touch his cheek, her fingers paused timidly.

She looked at him, swallowed hard, as if she was secretly encouraging herself, and then moved her fingertips closer to him little by little, and then lightly touched his cheek. .

That kind of touch, which seemed to be absent, brought up a strong electric current, causing her heartbeat to skip a beat. Her fingertips trembled violently, and then she retracted her fingers. After a long pause, she finally Touched again.

His sleeping face was still very peaceful, and she became bolder now. She slowly moved her fingertips to his eyebrows, tracing them gently along the shape of his eyebrows, and then landed on his eyelashes. , on the straight nose, on the handsome eye sockets, on the side face with a smooth heartbeat, and finally on the beautiful thin lips...

His lips were extremely soft, with a hint of warmth. Her fingertips lingered on them for a long time, unwilling to move away.

I don't know how much time passed, but the dark night outside the window turned white, and his breathing became completely long and even. Only then did Song Qingchun turn his eyes that had been staring at him.

He has probably sobered up more than half of the time, and he hasn't vomited yet. He will definitely not vomit again. It's almost dawn outside the window, and it's time for her to leave... He said that she should never show up again in the future. in front of him.

The scene where she confessed to him three months ago suddenly appeared in her mind, and a hint of sadness emerged in her beautiful and clear eyes.

In fact, she didn't want to leave at all. She really hoped, hoped that time would freeze here, and hoped that he could sleep so peacefully for a long time without waking up, so that she could, could stay by his side quietly, and stay by his side unscrupulously. Looking at him.

But this is only her hope after all...

Song Qingchun's eyes were filled with mist. She lowered her eyes, suppressed the sadness in her heart, and slowly stood up from the ground.