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

Under the dim light, the outline of his face became more delicate and detailed.

The reason for his drunkenness caused his already fair complexion to look like white porcelain.

He looks like a silent sculpture. The facial features can't find any flaws and flaws. Even though the eyebrows are tired of drinking and tiredness, they are still beautiful and enchanting.

She hadn’t seen him in just three months, she could see his face almost every day, and even many times in the late night sleep, she could completely describe his face, but even She remembered that when she looked into the bone marrow at this close distance, she still lost her mind and lost her soul.

The picture seemed to be still like this, he was sleeping quietly, she watched silently.

With the passage of time, the anti-alcoholic medicine he took played its medicinal properties and eased the drunken discomfort. His tight eyebrows gradually stretched out, his outline was clear, and he looked more quiet and dazzling.

The expression of Su Zhinian, who stared at Song Qingjun, became more and more focused, and her brows and eyes became tender and tender, and even the corners of her lips could not help raising a slight arc.

She couldn't help but stretch out her hand and slowly leaned into his face.

She was afraid that her touch would awaken him. Her fingertips were shaking tremblingly, and her fingers stopped timidly when she was about to touch his cheek.

She looked at him and swallowed hard with a spit, as if secretly giving herself a lot of encouragement, her fingertips leaned over again, and then lightly and lightly touched his cheek .

That seemingly non-existent touch brought a strong current, and her heart beat suddenly missed a beat, her fingertips tremble fiercely, and her fingers were retracted, pausing for a long time. Hit it again.

His sleep was still very quiet, her courage was only a little bigger, her fingertips slowly moved to his eyebrows, followed his eyebrow shape, gently depicted, and then fell on his eyelashes , On the straight nose, in the beautiful eye socket, on the side face with a smooth heartbeat, and finally on the beautiful thin lips...

His lips were extremely soft, with a touch of warmth, and her fingertips lingered for a long time, and she couldn't bear to move them away.

I don't know how long it has passed. The dark night outside the window was a bit white, and his breathing became completely long and even. Song Qingchun turned his eyes and stared at him.

He has been awake for more than half of it, he hasn't vomited until now, and he certainly won't vomit anymore, the sky outside the window is about to dawn, and she should go... He said, let her never appear In front of him.

Her mind suddenly appeared in the scene three months ago, she gave him a confession, her beautiful and clear eyes appeared with sorrowful sorrow.

In fact, she didn’t want to leave at all. She really hoped and hoped that time would stop here, hoping that he could sleep so quietly for a long time, so that she could stay quietly beside him and stay unscrupulously. Holding him.

But this is only her hope after all...

There was a layer of mist on Song Qingchun's eyes. She lowered her eyes and pressed the sadness at the bottom of her heart, and slowly stood up from the ground.