It took a lot of effort for her to get Su Zhinian to the bed in his bedroom.

She ripped off his coat and covered him with a quilt, and when she was about to leave, he grabbed her wrist.

And then...... Then he dragged her to the bed and pressed her underneath.

Thinking of Song Qingchun here, his eyelashes trembled.

Even after so many years, she still clearly remembers how she cried and begged Su Zhinian to let her go.

She cried hoarsely, but he rudely tore her clothes as if he hadn't heard her plea.

In fact, she struggled so hard that night that her fingernails plucked out of his shoulder......

The events of that night, she was a little fragmented, perhaps because she was too excited at the time and ignored some things.

She didn't remember how he had encroached on her, she only remembered that she had been bullied by him after all.

She was in pain, however, she was more desperate.

At that moment, she lost all her voice and let him bully her in silence.

When he finally let her go, she fled his room without any stop.

She went back to her bedroom and took a full hour's shower, she crouched under the shower and cried heartbreakingly.

At that time, she was only eighteen years old...... She hasn't been in a relationship, she hasn't held hands with a man, and her first kiss is still ...... She liked Qin Yinan so much, she didn't dare to think that these things would happen to Qin Yinan...... But she had a ...... with Su Zhinian

Song Qingchun thought of this, she didn't dare to continue to think about it, she raised her hand and touched her face, and found that she didn't know when tears rolled down.

She hurriedly took out a tissue, wiped her face, and then picked up her phone and glanced at the time, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

There was only an hour left until seven o'clock, and it was time for her to go to Su Zhinian's villa......

Song Qingchun restrained his emotions for a while, went to the bathroom to wash his face first, and then dragged his suitcase downstairs.

She didn't drive, walked out of the neighborhood and stopped a taxi on the side of the road.

The road in the evening rush hour is a little congested, and it takes about 15 minutes to walk on weekdays, and it takes nearly 50 minutes to arrive.

Song Qingchun dragged her suitcase to the door of Su Zhinian's villa, she took out her mobile phone, entered the password for the six numbers he sent in the morning, and then pushed open the door and walked in.

Su Zhinian was not at home, and Song Qingchun didn't know where he would let him live, so he casually put his suitcase in a side position.

Su Zhinian said that in these 100 days, she will be responsible for his food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Song Qingchun prepared the dinner first, and when she was busy, her mood was quite stable, but when she was done, she couldn't help but start to tighten her heart a little when she thought that Su Zhinian might come back at any time.

Song Qingchun sat on the sofa in the living room, paying attention to the sound of cars outside the house.

She felt that she was like a fish on the board at this time, waiting for Su Zhinian's slaughter.

Time passed minute by minute until eleven o'clock in the evening, Su Zhinian had not yet appeared, Song Qingchun had been sitting for a long time, and he was also a little tired, so he simply lay on the sofa, lying down, and fell asleep.

Song Qingchun didn't sleep steadily, he woke up once after a while, and when he saw that Su Zhinian hadn't come back yet, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to close his eyes, and he repeated it I don't know how many times, Song Qingchun heard a faint sound of cars outside......