Su Zhinian's bedroom is very large, and the light in the corridor is only brighter at the door, and it is dark inside.

Su Zhinian's whole person was almost hidden in the dark, Song Qingchun couldn't see his expression clearly, but through the outline, he could vaguely see that he was turning his head and looking out of the window, as if he was in a daze.

Song Qingchun waited for a while, and when he saw that Su Zhinian didn't make a sound, he spoke again and said, "Mr. Su, I'll come up and clean it up later." ”

There was silence in response.

Song Qingchun didn't pause this time, and walked directly towards the door.

Song Qingchun walked a little hurriedly, the light in the room was very dim, she didn't pay attention to her feet, when she walked past the bed, her feet tripped over something on the ground, and then the person let out a low cry and rushed in front of her without warning.

Su Zhinian heard Song Qingchun's call, sat up suddenly, grabbed Song Qingchun's wrist quickly, and in order to prevent her from falling, he also used his strength on his side.

It may be that the speed is too violent, Song Qingchun's figure is a little unstable, and the body that originally rushed forward was deflected to the left by his strength, and it fell into his arms, and his head happened to be pillowed in the crook of his arm.

Su Zhinian's whole body was like an electric shock, tense in an instant, and his breathing stopped.

Song Qingchun was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, through the faint light of the corridor, Song Qingchun could clearly see that the contour lines of Su Zhinian's face were perfect, she was slightly stunned, Su Zhinian's eyes turned around, and the two of them collided with each other without any defense.

He was against the light, and she couldn't see his eyes clearly, but she could vaguely feel that his gaze was burning.

Even though he and she were both dressed, she could still feel his body slender and solid, her body temperature all around her, the light aroma of his body in between breaths, and her heartbeat rate suddenly skipped a beat.

Song Qingchun clearly felt that the man's usual shallow and silent breathing became a little rapid, and in the quiet room, it was extremely clear and harsh.

Song Qingchun's heart was disturbed by Su Zhinian's breathing sound, and his heart beat extremely fast.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, I don't know how long it took, Song Qingchun blinked her eyes gently, she got used to the dark eyes, and then she realized that something was wrong with Su Zhinian's face.

She subconsciously squinted her eyes and moved closer to Su Zhinian's face.

Her soft breath sprayed on his face, arousing the original swollen impulse in his body, and the tumbling became more and more violent.

Su Zhinian took a deep breath, and just wanted to close his eyes, but he read Song Qingchun's thoughts in his heart: Why is his face swollen? Looks like a palm print?

Su Zhinian's body stiffened, and he suddenly opened his eyelids again.

Was he beaten? That's why you wear a sweatshirt and cover your face?

As the thoughts in Song Qingchun's heart sounded, her voice also came a little weakly: "Su, Mr. Su, you fight with people......

…… Is it ...... Before Song Qingchun finished the last two words, he was violently pushed out of his arms by Su Zhinian.

"Get out!"

Song Qingchun, who was almost pushed out of bed by Su Zhinian, puffed out his cheeks in anger, didn't dare to say a word more, climbed out of bed, and quickly slipped out of the bedroom.

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Song Qingchun ran all the way downstairs before he breathed a sigh of relief.