Chapter 793 If You Don’t Marry, I Won’t Marry (13)

His fingertips couldn't help but caressed her cheek, once and for all, with gentle force.

She was sleeping deeply, with no sign of being awakened. Perhaps she felt comfortable being touched by him, and there was a satisfied smile on her lips.

His heart felt extremely soft in an instant, and his eyes as he stared at her became as gentle as water.

The night gradually deepened, and the girl had fallen into a deep sleep. Su Zhinian, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and kept still, without moving, had traces of gloomy sadness creeping up in his soft eyes.

She actually told him tonight that she would go to hell with him... He had been alone for so long, and he had never had anyone to accompany him... God knows how excited and throbbing his heart was when he heard what she said.

But, Tingting, do you know?

A heaven, a hell.

I have been in hell for a long time and have no chance to choose, but you are different. You still have room to turn back, so don't be like me and fall to hell without hesitation.

Even if Qin Yinan can't marry you, don't think about coming back to me.

Because your impulse at this time will soon lead to a lifetime of pain and suffering...

Tonight, I can run away at the most critical moment, but it doesn't mean that I can control the impulse in my body next time.

So, Tingting, please don’t tease me again, because I will really trap you in hell for the rest of your life just like you said.

The sky outside the window gradually began to turn white. Su Zhinian slowly took his hand away from Song Qingchun's cheek. He pulled up the quilt for her, then stood up and placed it carefully between her eyebrows. With a gentle kiss, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.

At seven o'clock in the morning, there were not many vehicles on the streets of Beijing. Su Zhinian drove the car skillfully and quickly arrived at Qin Yinan's apartment.

He parked the car directly downstairs of the apartment, then strode to the elevator and pressed the button for Qin Yinan's floor.

He stood at the door of Qin Yinan's apartment, raised his hand and pressed the doorbell on the wall. After about two minutes, Su Zhinian heard footsteps approaching from inside through the door panel.

Qin Yinan opened the door without even asking "Who is it?"

Su Zhinian frowned in disgust as he smelled strongly of alcohol and rushed towards him from the room.

Qin Yinan's face was ugly, and he looked a little unconscious. He stared at Su Zhinian for a while before he recognized who it was, and then slowly stepped aside: "Come in."

Su Zhinian silently followed Qin Yinan into the house. As soon as Qin Yinan closed the door, Su Zhinian reached out and grabbed the collar of his pajamas, looked into his eyes, and asked in a cold tone. : "You told Song Qingchun that you couldn't marry her?"

Qin Yinan looked dazed for a while, then nodded gently and said, "Yes..."

Before he could finish his words, Su Zhinian's fist suddenly hit his face.

Qin Yinan's beaten face turned away, and a wisp of liquid slowly flowed out from the corner of his lips.

He didn't fight back, even as if he couldn't feel the pain, and the expression on his face didn't change at all. He tilted his head to calm down for a while, then raised his hand to wipe away the blood on the corner of his lip, and then stared at the sticky stick on his fingertips. , chuckled lowly, nodded, and said with approval: "It should be beaten, indeed it should be beaten..."