Because in that dream, those cries drained all the pain and love that he had accumulated over the years, and almost exhausted all the strength of his whole body.

This kind of dream, since he parted ways with her five years ago, he has been doing it every once in a while, until she lives in his house, and after careful calculation, he hasn't done it for nearly two months, but he didn't expect to do it again tonight.

The suffocating heartache in the dream is still lingering in his chest, and his hand on the sink can't help but buckle the hard marble.

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As soon as Song Qingchun heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, he immediately stood up from the single sofa and looked at Su Zhinian.

The man washed his face, and the two strands of hair that fell down from his forehead were wet and dripping with water, setting off his delicate face like a knife, which was extremely sexy.

Su Zhinian obviously didn't expect Song Qingchun to stay in the living room, and when he saw her, his eyes were obviously a little stunned: "Why haven't you slept yet?" ”

After speaking, Su Zhinian turned to the bar at the door, took a bottle of red wine, pried the cork, and then smoked a goblet from the cupboard.

"I can't sleep......" With Song Qingchun's answer, she saw Su Zhinian's action of pouring wine, and her eyebrows frowned: "It's so late, do you still want to drink?" ”

This is a habit he has developed over the years, every time he has a painful dream about her, he always has to drink some wine to suppress the turbulent struggle in his heart.

Su Zhinian said "um" in a nasal voice, and then the action of pouring wine suddenly stopped.

He told her that he wouldn't be drinking...... And on two occasions, he offended her because he had drunk......

Actually, his alcohol consumption is okay, it's just ......

For the sake of insurance, Su Zhinian still put down the red wine, walked back to the sofa empty-handed, sat down elegantly, and then leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes silently, trying to stabilize his unsettled mood.

He poured red wine, but why didn't he drink it?

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian in surprise, and then looked at the goblet that poured half of the red liquid but didn't drink it, and repeated it back and forth several times before he suddenly understood.

When he told her that he wouldn't touch her, he also said that he wouldn't be drinking...... So when she had just asked him if he was still drinking so late, did he remember his assurance?

Did he have some sad dream and be in a bad mood that he wanted to drink?

Actually, if you drink a little wine, you won't get drunk, but he's here to make her feel at ease, right?

It's like he let her live alone in this hotel at first, and then he came to the living room to sleep with the quilt himself......

The floor lamp was behind Su Zhinian, and the white light quietly hit his face, blurring his facial features.

Song Qingchun stared at him for a long time before he spoke: "Are you still sleepy?" ”

Su Zhinian opened his eyes and looked at her.

Song Qingchun said again: "I haven't slept much all the time, I'm in a bad mood, if you're not sleepy, let's chat?" ”

Su Zhinian's eyes crossed a trace of flattery, and he paused for a while before he spoke calmly: "Okay." ”

Song Qingchun smiled, but he didn't sit down in a hurry, but walked to the bar, took the bottle of red wine that Su Zhinian had just opened and the goblet that poured half of the red wine back on the coffee table, and brought an extra empty goblet.