He trembled fiercely, and then lay there quietly, without any response.

Song Qingchun held her breath nervously, and she felt her heart beating like she would pop out of her throat at any time.

After a long time, Su Zhinian suddenly reached out to hug her.

He was so powerful that he almost broke her back.

Because of the pain, Song Qingchun frowned slightly, but did not dodge, and then she heard him whispering in her ears, "Tingting...Tingting..."

Every tone, he uses a different tone, there are painful, love, and helpless...

Who is Tingting? Is he the one he likes? What did he just say to Tingting?

She remembered that she had inadvertently peeked at his diary before, and it said "The three lives are fortunate to meet you and marry you in a lifetime". So beautiful sentences are also written for the girl named "Tingting"?

Who is Tingting? Is he the one he likes? What did he just say to Tingting?

It was late at night and very quiet. Song Qingchun could feel Su Zhinian's burning fade away a little bit. Xu is because this is the first time in her life that she shares a bed with a man. With his eyes closed, he was confused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Her body nestled in his arms was always a bit stiff. A little bit of time passed, and sleepiness struck. Her consciousness also began to loosen, and she seemed to fall asleep in the mud, but she woke up with a mobile phone alarm halfway. .

She opened her eyes dimly, turned off the alarm first, and then touched Su Zhinian's forehead. She was already feverish. Because she was too sleepy, she didn't think about anything else and slept again.

The night is long and the dream is long.

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Early in the morning, the first ray of sunlight in the winter shines on Su Zhinian's face through the bright window, and he opens his eyes inertially.

He felt that he had slept for a long time and had a beautiful dream, in which he loved her the most.

Su Zhinian stared at the snow-white ceiling and recalled the scene in her dream for a while. Then she moved her body slightly, trying to get up, and then found something strange around her.

Song Qingchun rested on his shoulders, his hands slightly on his chest, and slept soundly, while he rested one hand under her neck and the other arm around her waist.

Such an intimate posture made Su Zhinian stunned for a while before recovering.

He frowned, and then remembered that at five o'clock yesterday afternoon, he refused to take care of the secretary. When he came home, he felt a little comfortable on the way home, and forced himself into the room and collapsed on the sofa. on.

His head hurts and his heart beats fast, but he stubbornly doesn't let himself rest.

He was waiting, until seven o'clock, for a long time, he didn't wait to come back to her, until he finally couldn't hold it, and fell into a coma.

But now he is in his bedroom, and she is lying beside her...

Su Zhinian looked around the bedroom and saw a few bottles of medicine placed on the coffee table, and a new band-aid was posted on the back of his hand. The band-aid was obviously opened, and there were healing needles underneath.

It turned out that everything last night was not a dream.

Su Zhinian didn't get up, staring at Song Qingchun in a daze, his eyes deep and deep, as if he wanted to engrave such a beautiful scene into his heart forever.