"Su Zhinian, you go back to sleep in the bedroom."

Su Zhinian's action of arranging the futon suddenly stopped, he turned his back to her, and the strength of his hand holding the futon increased a lot.

The room was unusually quiet, he thought that he had just had auditory hallucinations, and he kept bending over for a while before he came back to his senses and laid the bedding evenly.

Although Song Qingchun didn't have any other distracting thoughts in her heart, she simply wanted Su Zhinian to lie on the bed and rest well, but when she finished saying what she just said, her heartbeat still began to accelerate violently.

She stared at his unresponsive back for a while, and then opened her mouth again, even though he turned his back to her, her face still began to heat and turn red with her words: "Su Zhinian, don't sleep on the sofa, go sleep in the bedroom...... You'll also have to drive during the day...... Bed - rest on the better ......"

When Song Qingchun said to the end, she felt that her cheeks were hot as if they were on fire, her voice became smaller and smaller, she quietly glanced at Su Zhinian's motionless figure like a statue, her hand clenched her fist hard, and then bit her lower lip, as if she had made up her mind, she closed her mouth directly, stepped forward, rolled up Su Zhinian's freshly arranged bedding and pillow, and without looking at him, she hurriedly brushed him and walked into the bedroom.

Song Qingchun threw Su Zhinian's pillow and quilt on the other half of the bed, and quickly got into her quilt, she took the quilt and covered her head tightly, and then hid in the dark quilt, gently patted her burned cheeks, and dared to take a small breath.

After a long while, Song Qingchun heard the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open, and she immediately held her breath.

Despite being separated by a layer of bedding, Song Qingchun could still feel Su Zhinian's gaze looking at her, her whole body buried in the quilt was tense, like a corpse, lying stiffly and rigidly.

Su Zhinian stood at the door for a while, then gently closed the door and walked into the house, as he approached, Song Qingchun's body stiffened even more, and she felt that the blood in her whole body seemed to be coagulated.

In her ears, it was Su Zhinian squirting and tidying up the bedding, but in just one minute, Song Qingchun felt as if a century had passed, and then the whole bedroom became extremely silent, her nervous hands grabbed the sheets under her, I don't know how old it was, suddenly the man reacted again, Song Qingchun didn't even notice what he was talking about, and the bed next to him sank.

Song Qingchun couldn't help but shudder, and his closed eyelids instinctively closed harder.

The bedroom was completely silent, and the quiet Song Qingchun could hear Su Zhinian's shallow breathing and powerful heartbeat, and the light fragrance unique to the man's body, which never had a tightly wrapped edge of the bedding, penetrated into her snort from time to time.

The aroma smelled very good, mixed with a hint of tranquility in the coldness, Song Qingchun's tense emotions gradually relaxed, and the tiredness and sleepiness gradually came, and her breathing changed from the initial intermittent to long and slow.

Su Zhinian, who had been lying quietly on one side, sat up slowly and gently lifted the quilt that covered her head.