Chapter 189
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Eventually, Su Zhinian drifted off to sleep again.
She had slept too late the night before, so when she woke up, it was already 11 pm.
Initially, Song Qingchun's eyes were empty. She was about to stretch lazily when she suddenly remembered she had slept with Su Zhinian the night before. Then, she raised her head to look at Su Zhinian's beautiful face that was right in front of her.
His complexion looked much better than the night before. Although it was still a little pale, it was not as frightening. His unconsciousness had turned into a deep sleep. His breathing was long and even, and there was a faint smile on his lips.
She had not been this close to Su Zhinian that many times. In her memory, it had only happened three times. The first two times were when he was drunk. At the time, she was too panicked to look at him, much less study him. Now that he was sleeping, she studied him for a while. She realized that even though she was so close to him, she could not find any flaws on his face. His skin was so smooth that she could not see any pores.
Last night, Song Qingchun had done that in a moment of desperation. Now that she had woken up, her rationality had returned. Even though they hadn't done anything the night before, she still didn't know how to face Su Zhinian after sleeping together like that.
Furthermore, for the past few days, their relationship had been lukewarm.
Song Qingchun hesitated for a while before deciding to sneak away while he was asleep. She would pretend nothing had happened.
With that thought in mind, she gently pulled Su Zhinian's arm away from her waist. Then, she climbed out of bed, grabbed the slippers on the floor, and tiptoed out of his bedroom.
Song Qingchun went to take a shower and changed into a fresh set of clothes. When she came out of the bathroom, she realized she had left her phone in Su Zhinian's bedroom.
After drying her hair, Song Qingchun carefully pushed open Su Zhinian's bedroom door. She poked her head in, and to her surprise, Su Zhinian was already awake. He was leaning against the headboard with a nonchalant expression, staring at the painting on the wall.
Song Qingchun subconsciously wanted to pull her head back, but Su Zhinian seemed to have sensed her movement and turned his head around.
Song Qingchun had no choice but to greet Su Zhinian. "Mr. Su, you're awake?"
Su Zhinian nodded but did not say anything.
"I left my phone in your bedroom …" Song Qingchun said as she pointed at Su Zhinian's pillow.
Su Zhinian did not react. He stared at her unblinkingly like he was silently asking her, Why is your phone on my bed?
Song Qingchun was suddenly reminded of the image of her sleeping in his arms the night before, and her face started to heat up.
Fortunately, he was in a coma last night …
She hurriedly found an excuse and lied to explain, "Last night when you were in the infusion, I was here to guard you. When I went back to my room, I forgot to bring it."
Su Zhinian stared at her quietly like he did not believe her. After a long time, he nodded and used his chin to point at her phone, signaling for her to come get it.
Song Qingchun sighed in relief and rushed to his bedside. When she reached for her phone, she noticed a strand of hair under Su Zhinian's arm.
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