Living With A Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations Of Love Chapter 209: 99 Declarations Of Love (9)

Living With A Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations Of Love Chapter 209: 99 Declarations Of Love (9)

Chapter 345: Stay Like This Forever (7)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

Cheng Qingchong leaned out of the door with confusion and saw a man standing still in a corner, staring at a spot right before him.

She didn't want to get herself entangled in another person's business, so she rushed toward the sink in a hurry.

Cheng Qingchong could still hear the harrowing laughs through the sound of rushing water. In fact, the laughs had gotten louder and louder, making her heart shake. She turned off the tap and dried her hands rapidly before rushing toward the stairs, attempting to make a quick escape.

As she reached the staircase, the man suddenly stopped laughing and opened his mouth to say in a self-deprecating tone, “Idiot! Indeed, I am the biggest idiot in the world…”

As if trying to prove a point, the man raised his finger to point at himself. As his finger poked his chest, tears fell naturally out of the corner of his eyes.

However, his lips curved even higher, and the tears followed the curve of his smile and flowed into his lips.

Cheng Qingchong was startled for a second as she watched this before she quickly lowered her head and tried to escape the scene as fast as she could.

At the staircase's corner, she couldn't help but glance backward. The man had retreated to the wall and was now in a squatting position on the floor.

The corridor was quiet, and he didn't make any sound, but she could see clearly his shoulder move up and down in a rhythmic motion, so she knew he was quietly crying.

The moment Song Qingchun reached her bedroom, she collapsed on her bed. The pain had gotten much more manageable compared to when she was at Eldorado.

However, there were still occasional episodes of intense pain that shot through her. She tossed and turned in her bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was ultimately to no avail.

She kicked the mattress with frustration. Then she heard a knock on her door. Before she could answer, the door was pushed open, and in walked Su Zhinian with a gla.s.s of liquid in one hand and a towel in the other.

He stood beside her bed and pa.s.sed the gla.s.s to her. Song Qingchun sat up with a grimace as she accepted the gla.s.s. She took a sniff at it and realized it was ginger tea.

The man didn't leave but sat down on the edge of her bed. He pulled out the comforter without a word and tugged at her clothes up without warning.

Song Qingchun's body froze solid and almost sent the gla.s.s of ginger tea flying at him. Before she could ask him what he was doing, she felt a warm temperature radiating from her stomach.

It was the warmth from the towel he was holding; something seemed to be wrapped inside it.

As if reading her thoughts, the man pulled her clothes back down and covered her with the comforter before explaining, “I don't have any thermo-packs at home, so it's just warm milk in a plastic bag.”

“Oh.” Song Qingchun nodded and lowered her head to take a sip of the ginger tea before adding, “Thank you.”

Su Zhinian acknowledged her with a soft “hmm” as he placed one of his hands on the towel above her stomach, and his other hand smoothed out the ruffled bed corners.

Song Qingchun didn't say anything as she lowered her eyes to sip the ginger tea quietly.

The warm liquid travelled down her throat into her stomach, warming her cold limbs quickly.

The warmth of the towel under his palm gradually lightened the pain in her lower abdomen, and the sense of discomfort throughout her body slowly dispersed.

She even felt mentally refreshed, and it was then that she realized how quiet the room was.