Su Zhinian said nothing more, and picked up the quilt she had just stacked together with the pillow and walked towards the bedroom door.

Song Qingchun swallowed her milk and stopped suddenly. She watched Su Zhinian's movement to open the bedroom door. She subconsciously wanted to speak, but she accidentally choked herself and coughed.

Su Zhinian turned her head and saw Song Qingchun's small face. Because of the coughing redness, she raised her finger to the bedding he was holding, and tried to speak several times, but she was blocked by the cough.

But for a moment, Su Zhinian understood what she meant, and took the steps she wanted to walk to her. With the warm yellow lights in the bedroom, she calmed down the panic caused by her sudden coughing, and then spoke lightly. Explain: "I go to the living room to sleep."

With that, Su Zhinian opened the door, and he took a step outside, as if he had thought of something again, he stopped, he did not turn his head to see her in the room, and the bright lights of the living room shone on his face , So that his skin is perfect and flawless, his voice is even softer than before, but with a sense of helplessness that can't be said: "Although you rest at ease, I won't come in at night."

Even if you rest at ease, I won't come in at night...

The tone of his words was exactly the same as when she woke up from her nightmare. He came to the bedroom where she lived and said to her that "I will not touch you again".

Song Qingchun originally said that he had just said that he would go to the living room to sleep, and his relaxed heart suddenly showed an unspeakable taste.

She clearly felt that somewhere in her heart was shaking, and even several times her words reached her mouth, but she was pressed back again.

She stared at his side, her lips moved, and after all she said nothing, just lowered her head gently, holding the porcelain cup, and swallowed milk in a small mouth.

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

The light in the bedroom dimmed again. Song Qingchun drank the milk in one breath, put the porcelain cup on the bedside table beside him, lay on the bed-, turned over and over, but could not sleep at all, and finally turned sideways Under the quilt, staring at the closed door, he bit his lower lip, and he clearly didn't sleep with her on a bed, which was her most hope, but she hoped to achieve it, but why was it not the taste of her heart?

Also, is she just crazy? Even when he said that he would not come in at night, there was a slight pain in his heart, and there was even an urge to almost blurt out, making him sleep on the bed-the urge...

Song Qingchun thought of this, and his heart was even more disturbed. He pulled the quilt hard, put himself under strict control, and silently counted the sheep to hypnotize.

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The night gets deeper and quieter.

Song Qingchun was very tired, but his brain kept turning, like dreaming, not like dreaming, dreaming of Song Chengmeng and Qin Yinan, dreaming of Qin Nanan and dreaming of Su, so I didn’t know what to do. After a long time, Song Qingchun's consciousness gradually became blurred, but before he was fully asleep, Song Qingzhen suddenly heard a sound from his ear: "Tingting!"

The voice was very familiar and very real. It seemed to be in my ears. Song Qingchun frowned when he was half asleep and half awake. When his eyebrows were about to loosen, he heard "Ting Ting" again. Strong, as if some pain was implied, her heart snapped and her eyes opened.