Chapter 787 If You Don’t Marry, I Won’t Marry (7)

In Su Zhinian's diary, he wrote more than once that he often wandered off alone after returning from Hainan.

When Song Qingchun saw this sentence, she didn't pay much attention to it. It was only at this moment, when she saw Su Zhinian who was so distracted, that she realized how much was behind the simple sentence in his diary. about his loneliness and loneliness.

Song Qingchun's heart throbbed hard, and then she took a step forward, stood side by side next to Su Zhinian, moved her lips gently, and broke the tranquility on the balcony: "What are you looking at? Woolen cloth?"

After her voice settled, it took about half a minute before Su Zhinian, who was standing next to her, slowly turned his head.

When he saw her beside him, a hint of astonishment crept into his deep, dark eyes.

Was he dazzled or hallucinating?

Su Zhinian frowned slightly, spoke in a low voice, and called her name, as if to confirm something: "Youth?"

"Well..." Song Qingchun turned his head, smiled crookedly at Su Zhinian, then nodded vigorously and said, "...it's me."

Didn't she go find Qin Yinan? Why are you standing next to him? He was taking a sedative. Did he have any side effects? He actually had such a real hallucination...

While Su Zhinian was staring at Song Qingchun in a daze, a gust of night wind blew slowly, causing her long hair to flutter everywhere, and a strand of hair gently brushed his cheek.

Itchy and crispy, this feeling was so real that Su Zhinian subconsciously raised his hand and touched his cheek. Her soft and smooth hair wrapped around his fingertips.

He lowered his head subconsciously and stared at the black hair held in his palm for two seconds, and then his body trembled violently.

It turned out that it was not an illusion, but reality...she was really beside him...

Following the thoughts in his mind, Su Zhinian's eyes began to wander around Song Qingchun's body. When he came into contact with her feet standing on the open floor without shoes, his eyebrows furrowed.

The next second, he took off the slippers on his feet, bent down, squatted in front of her, and put the shoes on her feet.

His shoes were much too big for her to wear, but his body temperature remained inside, which made her frozen toes regain consciousness little by little.

He originally wanted to ask her "Why are you back again?" but when he was putting on her shoes, he saw her dirty soles, the wounds had not been treated, and the ice was scary. He thought of her dysmenorrhea and stood up. , didn't bother to ask anything, just grabbed her arm and took her back indoors.

He took her to his bedroom, pointed to the sofa, motioned for her to sit, and then went straight into the bathroom. There was the sound of rushing water inside. About ten minutes later, Su Zhinian was holding a steaming cup. The basin came out of the bathroom.

He squatted in front of her, put the basin down, then raised his hand, held her feet, and put them into the basin.

This was the first time someone had washed her feet since she was a child. Song Qingchun was a little unaccustomed to it and a little unnatural. She instinctively pulled her feet back and whispered, "I'll do it myself."

As if he didn't hear her words, Su Zhinian held her ankle tighter to prevent her from escaping. He lowered his head and scrubbed the dirt and blood from the soles of her feet with concentration.

PS: I am super out of shape today, so the coding will be very slow. I suggest you go to bed early and watch again when you wake up the next day. I will continue to masturbate~