There was a trace of sadness in his indifferent and deep eyes, and he spoke again, repeating what he had just said, and his voice was very light and soft: "I will never touch you again in the future......"

He said it twice in a row, and Song Qingchun realized what he was referring to, and looked at him with a stunned look.

There was still a trace of defensiveness and panic in her dark and bright eyes, but there were layers of surprise in the scriptures, although she deliberately suppressed them, they were still very obvious and dazzling.

As if she couldn't believe what she heard, and as if she didn't believe what he was saying, she hesitated for a moment, with a little questioning, "Huh? Then he asked, "What?" ”

He had always known that she didn't like him, and he didn't like him touching her, so she was naturally happy and excited to hear his words, so he didn't feel sorry, did he?

However, Su Zhinian couldn't help but look away from her face, staring at the dim and blurred sleep lamp at the head of the bed, his expression was indifferent like the mist of the morning sun, and after a long time, he blinked his eyelashes lightly and said coolly: "I said ......"

He just said these two words, and there were countless emotions in his chest that quickly rolled and fluctuated, causing a sharp suffocating pain in his body, making him almost unable to stand, he gasped, and only then did he reluctantly say the following words completely and fluently: "...... I will never touch you for the rest of your stay at my house, so you only need to take care of my food, clothing, shelter and transportation. ”

In fact...... He wanted to tell her that if she really felt that living in his house was a torment, she could go back to her house, and after a hundred days, he could still give her a Song who had come back to life, but the thought rolled in his chest many times, and when he said it, he still changed.

He was reluctant to part ways with her like this, even though he knew, he would still part ways with her in the end.

He thought that there is nothing more painful in the world than this, the person he loves the most, the deepest pain in his heart, is given by him; The most difficult situation in the world is that when you should let go, you always want to grasp it.

He said it very seriously, it didn't seem like he was joking, and in Song Qingchun's cognition, anyone might be joking, but Su Zhinian was the only person who had always been serious, not to mention joking, not even laughing.

Song Qingchun felt as if she was dreaming, she subconsciously pinched herself, until she felt a sharp pain coming, she came back to her senses, her lips moved several times, but in the end it was only a very light "oh".

Su Zhinian was silent for a long time, and then said, "You don't have to worry about me being like ...... other day."

At this point, he seemed to not know how to continue, so he stopped.

Song Qingchun knew that he was referring to the fact that he was drunk and almost strengthened her, she pursed her lips, hung her head, and then heard him say in a faint tone: "...... Don't worry, there won't be a third time, and I won't be drinking. ”

After he finished speaking this time, without the slightest pause, he turned his head directly to look at her, his eyes were deep and deep, with a lot of feelings, complicated as if he had hidden a lot of secrets, without waiting for Song Qingchun to understand, he opened the door behind him with his backhand, retreated, and then gently closed the door.