Cheng Qinghong glanced at the source of the sound suspiciously, and saw a man standing there fixedly, staring straight ahead.

She didn't dare to do much, but after a hurried glance, she turned and walked to the sink.

Through the sound of water in the faucet, Cheng Qingliang heard the laughter that was worse than crying, getting louder and louder, and in the end, she heard her heart tremble, quickly turned off the faucet, wiped her hands indiscriminately, and rushed to the corridor to prepare to flee quickly.

As soon as she reached the junction between the bathroom and the hallway, the man suddenly stopped laughing and whispered in a self-deprecating voice: "Silly-B, yes, I'm a stupid-B......"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and poked his chest hard, and then tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

However, the corners of his lips rose even more, and tears flowed down his cheeks, one after another.

Cheng Qinglian looked at this scene and was stunned for a second, then lowered his head and hurriedly walked away from Qin Yinan.

When she turned the corner, she couldn't help but glance back, and saw that the man who was standing had retreated to the corner of the wall and squatted on the ground at some point.

It was quiet in the hallway, and he didn't make a sound, but she could clearly see that his shoulders were shrugged, and she knew that he was crying forbearance.

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Back at the villa, as soon as Song Qingchun went upstairs, he collapsed directly on the bed.

The pain in her lower abdomen was much relieved compared to when she was in the golden past, but there were still brief labor pains from time to time.

She kept tossing and turning on the bed, but no matter how many positions she changed, her whole body was always uncomfortable.

She kicked her legs irritably, and then she heard a knock on the door, and before she could answer, the door was pushed open, and Su Zhinian walked in with a cup in one hand and a towel in the other.

He stood by the bed and handed her the cup first.

Song Qingchun reluctantly sat up from the bed, took the cup, and smelled the prickly fragrance of ginger tea.

He didn't leave, but sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt without saying a word, and lifted her clothes.

Song Qingchun's whole body stiffened, and she almost spilled the ginger tea in the cup, and before she could ask him what he was going to do, a warm temperature came from her cold lower abdomen.

It was the heat emitted from the towel he was holding in his hand, as if something was wrapped in it......

As if he knew the doubts in her heart, he first stretched out his hand and re-covered the quilt, and then explained in a light tone, saying, "There is no hot water bottle at home, so I have to make do with the milk in the paper bag." ”

"Oh." Song Qingchun responded, lowered his head, took a sip of ginger tea, and added: "Thank you." ”

Su Zhinian let out a very light "um", pressed the towel on her lower abdomen with one hand, and tidied up the uncovered quilt with the other.

Song Qingchun didn't say anything more, lowered his head, and drank ginger tea silently.

The warm liquid, slid down her throat and into her abdomen, quickly warming her cold hands and feet.

The heat of the towel under his palm, the feeling of soreness and pain in her lower abdomen, disappeared little by little, and even the discomfort in her whole body slowly dissipated. body

The comfort of her body made her feel much better, and she also realized that the room was too quiet.