Song Qingchun looked up at Su Zhinian, and the bright and bright eyes seemed to overflow. She smiled softly at him, her eyebrows were curved to a beautiful angle, and the whispered voice repeated again: "Su Zhinian ,I like you……"

After she realized she liked him, she looked forward to meeting him every time, but she was nervous and cramped.

After she moved her mind to confess to him, her heart was even more ups and downs, without a moment of comfort.

But now, she finally couldn't hold back to say what she wanted to say, but she was not nervous anymore, the cold sweat in her palm seemed to be evaporated all at once, and her mood became exceptionally calm.

She stared at his eyes, and she didn’t let it go. She hadn’t played any abdominal drafts that confessed to him, but now every word she said was smoother than those she had written: “...you I know, I loved Enan, and I used to think that Enan was my life, but I don’t know when it started, my heart..."

Song Qingchun raised her hand and covered her own chest: "...This seat, the brother Enan who was obviously full, turned into you."

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun without moving, his eyes were heavy, and he never spoke.

The whole tea restaurant was exceptionally quiet, because no new customers came in, and the waiters whispered around the front desk. They didn't know who was telling funny jokes, which caused one or two people to laugh.

In that snicker, Song Qingchun took a deep breath and said again, "I don't know when I fell in love with you, nor do I know why I fell in love with you... I only know that since I like you, I have always liked you..."

Only then did she understand why she had loved Enoch for so many years and wanted to confess her many times, but each time she did not confess her confession.

At that time, she thought she lacked courage. In fact, she did not lack courage, but she did not love enough.

If love is deep, feelings will turn into confession, and you can't help but spit it out of your mouth.

"...I like you, I like it, I want to see you every minute of every day..."

"...I like you, I like it, I want to spend the rest of my life to see you forever with you..."

"...Like you, like it, just want to like you well..."

Su Zhinian's eyebrows flashed when he heard this sentence. He slowly turned his head away and looked out of the window. After about ten seconds, he seemed to have exhausted his strength. Again, I took a step back and fell on the sofa.

Song Qingchun’s vision changed from looking up to head-up. She looked at his delicate and familiar face, smiling beautifully and softly, and the light under her eyes was soft and delicate. "...Su Zhinian, do you know? You are silent The sound changed a lot of my habits."

"I'm used to the brand of toothpaste you use..."

"Used for this light fragrance on you..."

"Used to drink boiled water like you..."

"I am used to going to the suburbs for a weekend walk..."

I don’t know if I don’t know, but I realized that he had been so deeply in her life.

"I'm used to a lot of habits you taught me..." Song Qingzheng sincerely asked Su Zhinian's dark and deep eyes, "I don't want to change these habits, can I?"