He shuddered violently, and then lay there quietly, unresponsive.

Song Qingchun held her breath nervously, she felt her heartbeat, as if it would pop out of her throat at any time.

After a long time, Su Zhinian suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged her.

His force was so great that he almost broke her back.

Because of the pain, Song Qingchun frowned slightly, but she didn't dodge, and then she heard him whisper in her ear several times: "Tingting...... Tingting ......"

Every time, he used a different tone, some painful, some loving, and some helpless......

Who is Tingting? Is it someone he likes? So what he just said was for Tingting?

She remembered that she had inadvertently peeked at his diary once before, and it had a sentence on it, "I was fortunate to meet you in my third life and marry you in my lifetime", such a beautiful sentence, and it was also written to the girl named "Tingting"?

Who is Tingting? Is it someone he likes? Then what he just said was for Tingting?

The night was deep and quiet, Song Qingchun could feel Su Zhinian's burning fading little by little, perhaps because this was the first time in her life that she shared a bed with a man, she didn't feel sleepy for a long time, her eyes were closed, her heart was very chaotic, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Her body in his arms was always a little stiff, time passed little by little, sleepiness hit, and her consciousness began to dissipate, and she seemed to fall asleep in a daze, but she woke up with a mobile phone alarm in the middle.

She opened her eyes in a daze, first turned off the alarm, and then touched Su Zhinian's forehead, the fever had subsided, because she was too sleepy, she didn't think much about anything else, and fell asleep again.

Dreams are long in the middle of the night, and the years are quiet.

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In the early morning, the first rays of winter sunlight shone through the bright window and shone on Su Zhinian's face, and he opened his eyes habitually.

He felt that he had slept for a long time and had a beautiful dream in which he had the one he loved the most.

Su Zhinian stared at the snow-white ceiling and recalled the scene in the dream for a while, before he moved his body slightly, wanting to get up, and then noticed something strange around him.

Song Qingchun rested on his shoulder, his hand slightly resting on his chest, sleeping soundly, while he pillowed one hand under her neck and the other around her waist.

Such an intimate posture made Su Zhinian stunned for a while before coming back to his senses.

He frowned, and then remembered that at five o'clock yesterday afternoon, he refused the care of his secretary and returned home alone, and on the way home, he already felt a little comfortable, forced himself into the room, and collapsed on the sofa.

His head hurts and his heart beats fast, but he doesn't let himself rest.

He waited until seven o'clock, waited for a long time, and didn't wait for her to come back, until he finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell into a coma.

But now he was in his bedroom, and she was lying beside him......

Su Zhinian looked around the bedroom and saw a few bottles of medicine on the coffee table, and a new band-aid was attached to the back of his hand, which was obviously a new Band-Aid, and there was a healing needle eye underneath.

It turned out that everything last night was not a dream.

Su Zhinian didn't get up, staring at Song Qingchun in a daze, his eyes were extraordinarily deep, as if he wanted to engrave such a beautiful scene into his heart forever.