Chapter 248
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"Su Zhinian, go back to the bedroom."
Su Zhinian stopped moving the mattress. With his back facing her, his hands that gripped the mattress tightened.
The room was so quiet that he thought he was hallucinating. He stayed in that position for a long time before he came to and smoothed out the mattress.
Even though Song Qingchun did not have any other thoughts in her mind other than wanting Su Zhinian to rest in bed, when she said that, her heart still started to race.
She stared at his unresponsive back for a while before speaking again. Even though he was facing away from her, her face started to heat up as she said, "Su Zhinian, don't sleep on the sofa, go to the bedroom … You still have to drive in the morning … You'll feel better in bed …"
Song Qingchun felt her face burning like it was on fire. Her voice got smaller and smaller. She glanced at Su Zhinian's statue-like figure and gripped her fists tightly. She bit on her lower lip and closed her mouth as if coming to a decision. She walked forward to roll up the mattress and pillow that Su Zhinian had just arranged. Without even looking at him, she brushed past him and walked into the bedroom.
Song Qingchun tossed Su Zhinian's pillow and comforter onto the other half of the bed before crawling into her own bed. She pulled the comforter over her head and hid in the dark. She patted her burning face lightly before she started to take small breaths.
After a while, Song Qingchun heard the bedroom door being pushed open, and she immediately held her breath.
Even though there was a layer of mattress between them, Song Qingchun could feel Su Zhinian's gaze on her. Her body that was buried in the mattress was as stiff as a dead body, lying there stiffly.
Su Zhinian stood at the door for a while before closing it softly and walking into the room. As he got closer, Song Qingchun's body stiffened even more. She felt like the blood in her body had frozen.
Beside her ears was the sound of Su Zhinian moving the mattress. It was only a short minute, but Song Qingchun felt like a century had passed. Then, the bedroom became eerily quiet. Her hands gripped the mattress tightly. After who knew how long, the man suddenly reacted. Before Song Qingchun realized what he was doing, the mattress beside her sunk.
Song Qingchun shivered involuntarily, and her closed eyelids instinctively closed even harder.
The bedroom became completely quiet, so quiet that Song Qingchun could hear Su Zhinian's light breathing and powerful heartbeat. The man's unique fragrance crawled into her nostrils through the edges of the mattress.
The aroma was pleasant to the nose, and there was a sense of calmness mixed in with the coolness. Song Qingchun's tensed emotions started to relax, and drowsiness started to overwhelm her. Her breathing started to slow and steady from its initial intermittent breaths.
Su Zhinian, who had been lying quietly beside her, slowly sat up and pulled the cover off her head.
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