Looking at it, Su Zhinian fell asleep again.

I slept too late last night, and when Song Qingchun woke up, it was already eleven o'clock.

At the beginning, Song Qingchun's eyes were a little empty, she was just about to stretch lazily, when she suddenly remembered that she seemed to be sleeping with Su Zhinian last night, and then raised her head, and saw Su Zhinian's amazing face in front of her.

His face looked much better than last night, still a little pale, but not so frightening, his unconscious had turned into a deep sleep, his breathing was long and even, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

There are not many times that she and Su Zhinian have been so close, in her impression, it seems that there are only three times, the first two times happened after he was drunk, at that time, she was just flustered, and she didn't dare to look at him at all, let alone a lot of careful care, at this time, he was sleeping, she stared at him for a while, and found that even if she looked so closely, she still couldn't find the slightest flaw from his facial features, and she didn't see any pores on his good skin.

Song Qingchun was distressed for a while last night, and she did such a thing impulsively, but now that she woke up, her sanity has completely returned, even if the two of them didn't do anything last night, but they slept together like this, it still made her a little unsure how to face Su Zhinian.

What's more, during this period of time, her relationship with him has always been lukewarm.

Song Qingchun hesitated for a while, and decided to take advantage of his deep sleep and leave quietly, as if this had never happened at all.

Song Qingchun thought of this, so he took Su Zhinian's arm on his waist very lightly, then climbed out of bed, picked up the slippers on the ground, and tiptoed out of his bedroom.

Back in the bedroom, Song Qingchun went to take a shower first, then changed into clean clothes, and came out of the bathroom, only to find that she had left her phone in Su Zhinian's bedroom.

Blowing and drying his hair, Song Qingchun lightly pushed open Su Zhinian's bedroom door again, poked his head in, but he didn't expect Su Zhinian to wake up, leaning on the head of the bed with a flat face, staring at the mural opposite.

Song Qingchun subconsciously wanted to retract his head, but Su Zhinian seemed to have noticed the movement and turned his head lightly.

Song Qingchun had no choice but to ask Su Zhinian a good head: "Mr. Su, are you awake?" ”

Su Zhinian nodded his head and didn't make a sound.

"My phone was left in your bedroom......" Song Qingchun said as he pointed to Su Zhinian's pillow.

Su Zhinian didn't react, staring at her motionlessly, as if silently questioning her, why is your mobile phone on my bed?

Song Qingchun suddenly thought of the picture of her sleeping in his arms last night, and her face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Thankfully, though, he was unconscious last night......

She hurriedly made an excuse and lied to explain: "When you were infusion last night, I was here to watch, and when I went back to my room, I forgot to bring it." ”

Su Zhinian stared at her quietly, as if she didn't believe her words, and after a long while, she said "um", tapped her mobile phone with her chin, and motioned for her to come and get it herself.

Song Qingchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly walked to the bedside, when she stretched out her hand to hold her mobile phone, she aimed at Su Zhinian's arm, pressing a slender hair.