Chapter 98 Her Concern (8)

Su Zhinian's bedroom was very large, and the light in the corridor only illuminated the brighter side of the door, and it was dark inside.

Su Zhinian was almost hidden in the darkness. Song Qingchun couldn't see his expression clearly, but through the outline, he could vaguely see that he was looking out the window with his head turned, as if he was in a daze.

Song Qingchun waited for a while, saw that Su Zhinian was silent, and spoke again, "Mr. Su, I'll come up and clean up later."

There was still silence in response to her.

Song Qingchun didn't pause this time, and walked directly to the door.

Song Qingchun walked in a hurry, the light in the room was very dark, she didn't pay attention to her feet, when she was walking by the bed, she tripped over something on the ground, then she let out a low cry and rushed He rushed forward.

Hearing Song Qingchun's voice, Su Zhinian sat up abruptly, quickly grabbed Song Qingchun's wrist, and in case she fell, he even exerted some force on his side.

It may be because of the excessive speed, Song Qingchun's figure was a little unsteady, his body that was pounced forward, was pulled to the left by his strength, and fell into his arms, with his head just in the crook of his arms.

Su Zhinian's whole body tensed up as if he had been electrocuted, and his breathing stopped.

Song Qingchun was stunned for a moment before raising her head. With the dim light of the corridor, Song Qingchun could clearly see that the contours of Su Zhinian's face were perfect. She was slightly startled, and Su Zhinian's eyes turned around. , The two of them collided with each other without any precaution.

He was against the light, so she couldn't see his eyes clearly, but she could vaguely feel that his eyes were burning hot.

Even though both he and she were wearing clothes, she could still feel his slender and solid body, her whole body was filled with his body temperature, and every breath was filled with his faint fragrance, her heartbeat speed suddenly dropped One shot.

Song Qingchun clearly felt that the man's usual shallow and soundless breathing had become a little rapid, and it was especially clear and piercing in the quiet room.

Song Qingchun's heart was disturbed by the sound of Su Zhinian's breathing, and it beat extremely fast.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. I don't know how long it took before Song Qingchun blinked lightly. She got used to the dark eyes, and only then did she realize that there was something wrong with Su Zhinian's face.

She narrowed her eyes subconsciously, and moved closer to Su Zhinian's face.

Her soft breath sprayed on his face, arousing the swollen impulse in his body, and it rolled more and more violently.

Su Zhinian took a deep breath and was about to close his eyes when he read Song Qingchun's thoughts: Why is his face swollen? Looks like palm prints?

Su Zhinian froze, and suddenly opened his eyelids again.

Was he beaten? That's why he was wearing a sweater to cover his face?

As the thoughts in Song Qingchun's heart sounded, her voice also came weakly: "Su, Mr. Su, you are fighting with someone..."

...Is it... Song Qingchun hadn't finished the last two words when he was pushed out of Su Zhinian's embrace.

"go out!"

Song Qingchun, who was almost pushed out of bed by Su Zhinian, puffed up his cheeks in anger, dared not say a word, climbed out of bed, and quickly slipped out of the bedroom.

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Song Qingchun breathed a sigh of relief as he ran all the way downstairs.