Cheng Qingcong looked suspiciously at the sound source and saw a man standing there fixedly, staring straight ahead.

She didn't dare to be troublesome, but after a quick glance, she turned and walked to the sink.

Across the faint sound of water in the faucet, Cheng Qingcong heard the laughter that was more unpleasant than crying. Rushing toward the corridor to prepare for a quick escape.

As soon as she walked to the junction of the bathroom and the corridor, the man suddenly stopped laughing and whispered in a self-deprecating whisper: "Silly-B, yes, I am a silly-B..."

As he said, he raised his hand and poked his chest fiercely, then tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

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

Looking at this scene, Cheng Qingcong froze for a second, then lowered his head and hurried away from the south of Qin.

When she was turning, she couldn't help but glance back, and saw the man who was standing, somehow, retreated to the corner of the wall and squatted on the ground.

The corridor was very quiet, he didn't make a little noise, but she clearly saw that his shoulders shrugged, she knew that it was crying with forbearance.

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Back at the villa, as soon as Song Qingchun went upstairs, she was directly paralyzed on the bed.

The pain in her lower abdomen was much relieved compared to the glorious time, but from time to time there will still be short bursts of pain.

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

She kicked her legs irritably, and then heard the knock on the door. She didn't even respond, and the door was pushed open. Su Zhinian carried a cup in one hand, and came in with 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 scent of **** tea.

Instead of leaving, he sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt silently, and lifted her clothes up.

Song Qingchun stiffened and almost sprinkled the **** tea out of the cup. She hadn't had time to ask him what to do. The warm temperature came from her cold belly.

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

As if he knew the doubts in her heart, he stretched out his hand and re-covered the quilt before explaining in a faint tone, saying, "There is no hot water bottle at home, so I have to make up with paper bags of milk."

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

Su Zhinian made a very light "huh" sound, put a towel on her belly with one hand, and sorted out the corners without covering with one hand.

Song Qingchun said nothing more, lowered her head and silently drank **** tea.

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

The heat of the towel under his palm, the sore and sore feeling in her warm belly, disappeared little by little, even with the discomfort of her body, and slowly dispersed. body

Her physical comfort improved her spirit a lot, and she realized that the room was too quiet.