Chapter 454
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Song Qingchun was startled for a moment before she realized how dirty the dress she was wearing was.
No wonder so many people turned to look at me when I went to the supermarket …
Song Qingchun blushed and accepted the T-shirt from Su Zhinian. She lowered her head and replied with a soft "hmm" before running up the stairs.
…
When Song Qingchun moved out of Su Zhinian's house, she had taken almost all her clothes with her. Su Zhinian searched for a long time before he found the biggest T-shirt he could find. However, no matter how big it was, it barely covered Song Qingchun's butt.
Song Qingchun stood before the mirror in the bathroom and tried to pull it down several times before she slowly made her way downstairs.
Su Zhinian was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching television. When he heard her footsteps, he raised his head out of habit to glance at her body. His gaze lingered on her long, fair legs. After a while, he forced himself to pull his gaze back, stand up wordlessly, and walk into the dining room.
Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun sat at their original seats.
Probably out of habit, Song Qingchun scooped soup, chopsticks, and rice for Su Zhinian.
There was no conversation between the two of them at the dining table. They ate their own food in silence, but they would occasionally glance at each other. However, when he looked at her, she was eating with her head lowered, and when she looked at him, he was drinking his soup with his head lowered.
This scene reminded her of the time when she was in charge of his daily life.
Other than the occasional sound of chopsticks hitting the porcelain bowl, the dining room was eerily quiet. However, the atmosphere was not as awkward as it had been in Su Zhinian's bedroom that afternoon. If anything, it was tinged with warmth and beauty.
After lunch, Song Qingchun, as usual, started to clear the table.
Su Zhinian was the first to help, but when he was wiping the table, he accidentally raised his head to look through the open dining room door and saw Song Qingchun, who was standing before the sink.
She was bent over, and her T-shirt was pulled up, exposing her butt.
He stared at the scene for a while before realizing what he was doing. A faint blush quickly appeared on his pale face.
He hurriedly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he forced himself not to look in that direction, but his eyes kept glancing in that direction. As he looked, an indescribable impulse and heat began to rapidly roll in his body, causing his breathing to become heavy. He was afraid that he would really go crazy if he stayed any longer, so he simply put down the rag and turned to leave the dining room.
…
It was already 7: 30 pm when Song Qingchun left the restaurant.
The television in the living room was still on, but Su Zhinian was nowhere to be seen.
He asked her to stay for a meal. Since she was no longer staying in his villa, it was reasonable for her to say goodbye and leave.
Song Qingchun stood in the living room for a while before slowly walking up the stairs.
Su Zhinian's bedroom door was open, but he was not there. Song Qingchun walked toward the study.
Before she reached the door, Song Qingchun could hear Su Zhinian's low voice drifting out from within.
This scene could not have been more familiar.
When she stayed at his bungalow, she could hear him talking on the phone almost every night.
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