Song Qingchun first put the water cup on the bedside table, and then put Su Zhinian, who had just raised her upper body because of the water supply, on the bed. When she bent to cover him with a quilt, her wrist was slammed. Seized, Song Qingchun stiffened, and the next second he was dragged down on the bed by him, and then he was tightly embraced in his arms.

His breath instantly enveloped her, awakened the panic in her heart, and reminded her of the scene that she was forced to ask him for a moment. She subconsciously wanted to struggle out of his arms.

He was seriously ill, weak, and she easily broke free. When she wanted to get out of bed quickly, she heard his faint murmur: "Can you hug me?"

Because of the high fever, his voice was hoarse, his tone was strangely soft, and there was a pleading, so that Song Qingqing raised his head in a conditioned reflex and looked at his face, and then she was as if she had been acupunctured. , Stop live.

His handsome face with his eyes closed was full of sorrow and pain. The pale and dry lips were still opening and closing, and he muttered non-stop: "... just hug me, just hug... I have seen you countless times in my dreams, but you never hugged me...so hug me this time, okay? Just a moment...whatever hug, just this time...just this time..."

His tone was too sad, and Song Qingchun was struck by lightning. She clearly felt the softest part of her left chest, as if she was being held firmly by something, pinched hard, and she almost felt a little painful. But out of luck.

This is the second time he made her feel heartache... The first time, half a month ago, she woke up from a nightmare late at night, he said to her, I will not touch you that night , He looked at her eyes.

In her impression, Su Zhinian has always been the kind of arrogant and indifferent, indifferent, harsh words, cold and ruthless, even she once felt that he may be a ruthless and unjust person, because knowing so long Here, counting up, she seemed to see him laugh only once.

But she did not expect that one day, she would see such a deep sadness from him, and hear such a humble beg.

At this time, she discovered that she seemed to know him so little and pitiful.

When Song Qingchun was stunned, Su Zhinian reached out and hugged her again, still whispering gently in her mouth, the tone was very small, but in the quiet night, the words were clearly conveyed word by word. Into the ears of Song Qingchun.

"Don’t be afraid, I just want to hug you... hug me, hug me, will you?"

Song Qingchun trembles all over her body. She clearly feels the pain in her heart. She clearly has done such a cruel thing to herself, even she knows that he has a fever and is talking nonsense. The person was not her, but at this moment she was like a ghost, and slowly raised her hand in his sad words that made people want to cry.

His breath and body temperature made her still feel a little frightened and uneasy, but she still hugged his waist slowly, and then hugged him with a trembling finger.

She obviously felt the man's body stiffen, and then held her harder, and took her desperately and forcefully into his arms.