Song Qingchun took the room card from the waiter and took a few deep breaths before standing in front of the door before raising his hand to swipe the card and pushing the door open.

Qin Yinan opened a suite, only the living room lights were on, the other room doors were open, but it was dark inside.

Su Zhinian closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Probably because of drinking too much, his complexion looked extremely pale, and the buttons on the neckline of his shirt were ripped apart, exposing the strong and **** collarbone, which reflected the lustrous luster under the light.

Song Qingchun stood at the door, looked at Su Zhinian for a moment, and then walked in, then closed the door gently and walked towards Su Zhinian.

As soon as she approached him, he suddenly stood up from the sofa. Song Qingchun was startled. The whole person instinctively took a step back, and then saw Su Zhinian stumbled into the restroom.

The door of the bathroom was not closed, and there was a burst of vomiting sounds from inside.

Song Qingchun grabbed the pill box and purse tightly in his hand, then put those things on the coffee table and followed up in the bathroom.

He didn't turn on the light. She could see him lying in front of the sink and vomiting with a heartbreak through the light in the bedroom.

She stepped forward quickly, stood beside him, raised her hand and gently patted his back.

His vomiting sound gradually diminished. He raised his head and looked at the mirror in front of him. Because the light was too dark, Song Qingchun couldn't see his eyes clearly, and he didn't know if he was drunk like this. Who.

He held out his hand and touched the faucet for a long time without turning on the faucet. Song Qingchun quickly helped open it.

He stretched out his hands and wanted to gargle with water, because his fingertips tremble so drunk that when he was drunk, as soon as his hand left the stream, he immediately shed light.

Song Qingchun turned around, turned on the bathroom light, took a cup for brushing her teeth, simply rinsed it twice, received a glass of water, and handed it to Su Zhinian.

Su Zhinian took it in a muddle, before lifting it to his mouth, the glass slipped from his hands and smashed into the sink.

Fortunately, the material of the magnificent mouthwash cup is good, not broken.

Song Qingchun helped to take another glass of water, personally raised it to Su Zhinian's mouth, waited for him to rinse his mouth, helped him out of the bathroom, and helped him into the bedroom.

Song Qingchun put Su Zhinian on the bed-, first fed him to understand the drug, and then took off his shoes and dirty clothes.

He was clearly drunk and unconscious, and he didn’t even know that someone was watching him, but when Song Qingchun saw his sturdy chest, his face still flushed slightly. She just glanced at it secretly, and then quickly pulled The quilt covered him.

His hand was hanging out of the bed. When she picked it up and was about to put it in the bedding, she saw a red on his wrist, like a burn, and a small blister appeared in the middle.

Song Qingchun stared at his wrist for a moment, then picked up his wallet and left the room.

When Song Qingchun came back, Su Zhinian was asleep. She knelt beside the bed, took the alcohol and band-aid she had just bought from the pharmacy, and disinfected and bandaged Su Zhinian's wrist. a bit.

The room was extraordinarily quiet. Song Qingchun, who was bandaged, did not get up on her knees halfway down. She stared at his hand with her eyelids for a while, then slowly turned her head and looked at his face.