Chapter 187: Sharing the Sa Bed (7)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
His whole body quivered, and the man lay there quietly without any reaction.
Song Qingchun held her breath from nerves. She could hear her heartbeat like her heart could jump out of her throat at any mont.
After a long ti, Su Zhinian suddenly reached out to hug her. He pulled her in so forcefully that she felt her back breaking.
Song Qingchun grimaced from pain, but she did not struggle. Then, she could hear him mumble beside her ear several tis, "Tingting... Tingting..."
Every ti he called Tingting’s na, Song Qingchun could discern a different type of emotion behind it; there was pain, love, helplessness, and more...
Who is this Tingting? The person he likes? So those words earlier were ant for Tingting as well?
She rembered the sentence she had accidentally seen in his diary: ’I’ve expended three lifetis to find you, and now I will use another to make you my wife.’ Such a beautiful promise was made to this girl by the na of ’Tingting’ as well?
The night quieted down. Song Qingchun could sense that Su Zhinian’s temperature had gone down. Perhaps because this was the first ti she had shared a bed with a man, she had trouble going to sleep. Her eyes were closed, but her brain was working in overdrive.
Her body, caught in his embrace, was unable to relax. Regardless, drowsiness eventually ca as the night drew on, and her consciousness started to falter. Just as she was falling asleep, the alarm rang.
She peeled open her eyes with great effort to switch off the alarm before reaching out to feel Su Zhinian’s temperature. His fever was gone. Due to extre drowsiness, she returned to slumber without thinking of much else.
...
In the morning, the first ray of the winter sun filtered through the window and hit Su Zhinian on his face. He opened his eyes.
He felt like he had slept for a very long ti and had experience a very beautiful dream, one involving her.
Su Zhinian stared at the snow-white ceiling, reminiscing about his dream, before stretching his body. It was then that he realized the anomaly in the room.
Song Qingchun was asleep using his shoulder, and her palm was lightly placed on his chest. One of his arms were snaked around her neck, and another was holding her waist.
This intimate pose stunned Su Zhinian for a long ti before the reality from the night before slowly ca back to him.
He frowned slightly and rembered he had sent his secretary away at the hospital and returned ho alone. After he reached ho, he had only managed to drag his weakened body through the front door before collapsing on the living room sofa.
His head had been in extre pain, and his heart had been racing, but he had refused to go to sleep.
He was waiting, waiting for the clock to strike seven, but even when it did, she still hadn’t returned. Finally, he could not hold on any longer and fainted in the living room.
But now, he found himself in his bedroom, and she was lying beside him...
Su Zhinian scanned the room and noticed the several bottles of dicine on the table and the new band-aid on the back of his arm. Underneath it was a needle wound that was recovering.
So, it was not a dream.
Su Zhinian did not get out of bed but stared lazily at Song Qingchun. His eyes deepened with emotions like he was trying to carve this beautiful mont into his heart for life.
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