Chapter 813 It’s Not About Calculation, It’s About Yes (3)

Only the dim desk lamp was turned on in the bedroom, which gave the room a light, warm and cozy feeling.

Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun were lying side by side on the bed, with about two centimeters between them.

This wasn't the first time he and she had slept together, but it was the first time he and she had shared a bed together.

In the past, every time she and he did bad things, twice it was because he was drunk, and once it was because she didn't know about it, but it's different now. Even though they knew about it and were together, they still had some psychological barriers to some taboo things.

The night was very quiet, and neither he nor she took the initiative to talk. They could hear each other's breathing.

Neither of them felt sleepy. They were both a little uncomfortable after lying in the same position for a long time. When he turned over, she also turned over, and then their hands touched each other inadvertently.

Song Qingchun's fingertips trembled, and then she felt the man's warm hand holding her soft hand.

He squeezed her hand very gently, and then held it like a ten-finger interlocking gesture.

An indescribable sweetness and beauty spread from the palms of their hands, and the atmosphere in the entire room became extremely warm and comfortable.

The years are quiet, and it is probably what it is now.

When two people are together, they don't necessarily have to do love-related things to be happy. Just lying together so innocently, holding hands and feeling the sweat seeping out of each other's palms, will make them bursting with happiness.

Su Zhinian was really satisfied. When he felt the satisfaction in Song Qingchun's heart, he became even more satisfied. He couldn't help but squeezed her hand harder, and then said to her who was feeling sleepy. One sentence: "Good night, Tingting."

Song Qingchun turned sideways and faced Su Zhinian. He looked at the man's side face facing the ceiling, his eyebrows arched: "Su Zhinian, good night."

Su Zhinian couldn't help but turned around and faced Song Qingchun.

The two people were lying on their own pillows, looking at each other under the dim light.

Song Qingchun, who had been prone to sleepiness recently, could no longer hold on anymore. Her eyelids began to fight. Before she fell into sleep, Su Zhinian couldn't hold it back and called her name: "Tingting?"

"Huh?" Song Qingchun struggled to open his drooping eyes, stared into his shining eyes, and responded softly.

Although he had decided to be with her, Su Zhinian was still a little uneasy and uneasy in his heart. He tightened his grip on hers' hands, and then said softly: "Tingting. , I’ll ask you one last time, do you really not regret it?”

Song Qingchun's little face fell instantly. He stared at Su Zhinian for a few times and said in a bad tone: "Su Zhinian, do you still want to be beaten?"

Facing Song Qingchun's angry tone, Su Zhinian's expression became more soothing. He stretched his arms around Song Qingchun's neck: "Tingting, if you regret it in the future and want to leave me, I If you don’t let go, don’t blame me.”

When Song Qingchun heard this, the expression on her face instantly changed. She chuckled twice and found a comfortable position to lie down in the crook of Su Zhinian's shoulder: "Don't complain, don't complain."

Su Zhinian smiled silently in his heart, lowered his head, and kissed her goodnight between her eyebrows.

Song Qingchun, who received his kiss, curved her eyebrows, nestled in his arms affectionately, and soon fell into sleep.