Chapter 343
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It was a pair of clean and pretty hands. His fingers were long and slender, and they carried with them a seductive charm.
Song Qingchun stared at the hands for several seconds before her gaze moved up his arms. Then, Su Zhinian's face that could turn any man's world upside down appeared before her eyes.
He, who was usually calm and indifferent, was surrounded by a fierce aura. His expression was so gloomy that it could be described as terrifying. There were traces of murderous aura faintly floating between his exquisite eyebrows.
He did not seem to notice that she was looking at him. Instead, he glared daggers at Tang Nuan and spat out, "Let me go!"
It was unclear whether Tang Nuan was shocked by his appearance or scared by his presence, but she stared at him blankly, unable to react.
Disgust flashed across Su Zhinian's eyes. He seemed to have lost his patience. Unwilling to wait any longer, his grip on her wrist tightened. The pain caused her face to contort. Before she could scream in pain, he ordered again, "Let go!"
This time, his tone was much harsher and harsher than before.
Even Song Qingchun shivered, much less Tang Nuan.
The blood drained from Tang Nuan's face instantly. Her lips trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes darted around nervously before she realized what Su Zhinian was referring to. In a panic, she let go of Song Qingchun's wrist that was reaching for her.
Just as her fingers left Song Qingchun's skin, Su Zhinian suddenly flung her wrist away.
His action was direct and decisive like he was flinging away a piece of disgusting trash.
His strength was rough and violent, and he flung her directly into the wall of the left corridor.
Her head slammed heavily into the wall, creating a loud thud.
He turned a deaf ear to this voice. His expression was indifferent and emotionless. It was as if even if she killed herself, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit of mercy.
In fact, even if it was just an angry glare, he didn't want to waste any of it on her. The moment he shook her off, he pulled his gaze away without hesitation. When he turned to look at Song Qingchun, his expression softened. "Why do you look so pale?"
Before Song Qingchun could say anything, another wave of pain shot through her stomach. She groaned involuntarily, and the color drained from her face.
"What happened?" Su Zhinian frowned, and the next second, he turned around to glare at Tang Nuan. "What did you do to her?"
Then, he turned around to look at Song Qingchun with concern and asked in a softer tone, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
"No …" Song Qingchun only managed to get one word out before she sucked in a deep breath from the pain. She raised her hand to grab her stomach.
Su Zhinian asked softly, "Stomach ache?" He reached out to touch her abdomen. When his hand touched hers, he frowned even more. "Why is your hand so cold?"
His touch allowed him to read the thoughts in the bottom of her heart, and he knew how much pain her abdomen was in.
"Hang in there, I'll send you to the hospital …" Then, he reached out to hug her.
"There's no need …" Song Qingchun grabbed Su Zhinian's arm to stop him. Due to the pain, her teeth were chattering. "… I'm in pain …"
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