His fingertips couldn't help but rub her cheeks, and the force was gentle.

She slept deeply, showing no signs of being woken up, perhaps comfortably touched by him, and a satisfied smile hung on the corner of her lips.

His heart was instantly soft, and the eyebrows and eyes staring at her became gentle like water.

The night gradually deepened, the girl had fallen into a deep sleep, sitting on the edge of the bed and staying still, Su Zhinian, who had never moved, crawled up with wisps of gloom and sadness under her soft eyes.

She even told him tonight that she would be with him in hell...... He had been alone for so long, and he had never had anyone to accompany him...... God knows how excited and throbbing his heart was when he heard what she said.

But, Tingting, do you know?

One thought of heaven, one thought of hell.

I'm already in hell, and I have no choice, but you're different, and you still have room to turn back, so don't fall to hell without hesitation like me.

Even if Qin Yinan can't marry you, don't think about returning to me.

Because, your impulse at this time is about to be exchanged for a lifetime of pain and suffering......

Tonight, I can run away from the desert at the most critical moment, which does not mean that I can control the impulse in my body.

So, Tingting, don't tease me again, because, I will really trap you in hell for the rest of your life, as you said.

The sky outside the window gradually began to whiten, Su Zhinian slowly withdrew his hand from Song Qingchun's cheek, he pulled the quilt up for her, then got up, gave a light kiss to her eyebrows very carefully, turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

At seven o'clock in the morning, there were not many vehicles on the streets of Beijing, and Su Zhinian drove the car skillfully, and soon arrived at the apartment south of Qin.

He parked the car directly in the apartment building, and then strode to the elevator and pressed the floor where Qin Yinan was.

He stood at the door of Qin Yinan's apartment, raised his hand and pressed the doorbell on the wall, and after about two minutes, Su Zhinian heard the sound of gradually approaching footsteps from inside through the door panel.

Qin Yinan didn't even ask "who is it", and opened the door directly.

With a strong smell of wine, rushing from the house, Su Zhinian frowned in disgust.

Qin Yinan's face was ugly, and the person still looked a little unconscious, staring at Su Zhinian for a while before he recognized who it was, and then slowly let go: "Come in." ”

Su Zhinian silently followed Qin Yinan into the house, and as soon as Qin Yinan closed the door, Su Zhinian stretched out his hand, grabbed the collar of his pajamas, forced him to look into his eyes, and asked in a cold tone: "You asked Song Qingchun that you can't marry her?" ”

Qin Yinan's face was in a trance for a long time before he nodded lightly and said, "Yes......"

Before his words could be settled, Su Zhinian's fist slammed into his face.

Qin Yinan's face was turned away, and a wisp of liquid slowly flowed out from the corner of his lips.

He didn't fight back, even as if he didn't feel pain, the expression on his face didn't change at all, he tilted his head for a while, then raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and then stared at the viscosity of his fingertips, laughed lowly, nodded his head, and said with a look of approval: "It should be beaten, it should be beaten......