Su Zhinian didn't say anything more, picked up the quilt and pillow he had just stacked together, and walked towards the bedroom door.

Song Qingchun swallowed a mouthful of milk, and suddenly stopped, she looked at Su Zhinian's action of opening the bedroom door, and subconsciously wanted to speak, but she accidentally choked herself and coughed.

Su Zhinian turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw Song Qingchun's little face, which was flushed red because of coughing, she raised her hand and pointed to the futon he was holding, and wanted to speak several times, but was blocked by coughing.

In just a moment, Su Zhinian understood what she meant, restrained the steps that originally wanted to walk towards her, and took advantage of the warm yellow light in the bedroom to restrain the panic that appeared because of her sudden cough a little, and then explained in a light tone: "I'll go to sleep in the living room." ”

Saying that, Su Zhinian opened the door, he took a step out, as if he thought of something again, stopped, he didn't turn his head to look at her in the room, the bright light in the living room shone on his face, lining his skin flawlessly, he opened his voice, even lighter than just now, but with an indescribable sense of helplessness: "Although you can rest assured, I won't come in at night." ”

You can rest assured, I won't come in at night......

The tone of his words was exactly the same as the tone in which she woke up from a nightmare and when he came to her bedroom and told her, "I won't touch you again."

Song Qingchun's relaxed heart because he had just said that he would go to sleep in the living room suddenly had an indescribable feeling.

She clearly felt that somewhere in her heart was shaken, and even the words came to her lips several times, but she pressed them back.

She stared at his side face, her lips moved, and she didn't say anything after all, just lowered her head slightly, held the porcelain cup, and swallowed the milk in small sips.

Su Zhinian didn't speak again, walked out of the bedroom coldly, and closed the door.

The light in the bedroom dimmed again, Song Qingchun drank the milk in one go, put the porcelain cup on the bedside table on the side, lay on the bed, tossed and turned, but couldn't sleep, and finally turned sideways, hugged the quilt, stared at the closed door, bit her lower lip, obviously he didn't sleep on the same bed with her, it was her most hope, but her hope was achieved, why was it even more unpleasant in her heart?

Also, she's just gone crazy, right? When he said that he would not come in at night, there was a slight pain in his heart, and there was even an impulse, an urge that almost blurted out, the urge to let him sleep on the bed......

Song Qingchun thought of this, his heart was even more disturbed, he pulled up the quilt hard, covered himself tightly, and silently counted the sheep to hypnotize.

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The night was getting deeper and quieter.

Song Qingchun is obviously very tired, but his brain keeps turning, like a dream, not like a dream, dreaming of Song Chengmeng Qin Yinan, dreaming of Qin Yinan and dreaming of Su Zhizhi, I don't know how long I tossed back and forth, Song Qingchun's consciousness gradually blurred, but before he was completely asleep, Song Qingchun suddenly heard a voice in his ear: "Tingting!" ”

The voice was very familiar and real, it seemed to be in her ears, Song Qingchun frowned in her half-asleep, and when her eyebrows were about to loosen, she heard "Tingting" again, this time the tone was even stronger than just now, as if there was some hidden pain, which made her heart twitch and open her eyes.