Chapter 695
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Su Zhinian narrowed his eyes as he stared at the thin down jacket that Song Qingchun was wearing. He then looked at the howling wind, and an idea came to him …
The shadow was standing against the light, so Song Qingchun could not see his face clearly.
She tried her best to see clearly, but the bright sunlight was too dazzling. All she could see was a faint halo of light.
In the light, Song Qingchun could see Su Zhinian's face that was so beautiful that it could make any man go crazy.
Is this a dream I'm having right before I die?
Song Qingchun subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch Su Zhinian's face. However, the moment her fingers moved, her eyes started to lose focus, and her fingers moved to pull on the zipper of her jacket instead.
The howling wind instantly poured into her down jacket, and like a balloon, it was filled with air.
Her down jacket was big enough. Even though it was not as big as a parachute, the drag from the opening of her jacket still slowed down her falling speed.
The distance between them grew smaller and smaller. When he fell to the same height as her, his reflexes were quick. He reached out and grabbed her wrist just in time.
At the same time, her mind, which had just been under his control, also woke up. Her expression was a little dazed. She first looked at her wrist that was being grabbed, and when she saw the watch on his arm, her expression clearly stiffened.
As their skin touched, he clearly read the thoughts in her heart: Am I dreaming? Why is there another person beside me, and this person is wearing the same watch as me?
Su Zhinian did not wait for her to finish her thought. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her whole body into his embrace. Then, he raised his other arm to circle around her waist.
His action made her body tremble. Her long and curly eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings for a while before they slowly opened.
As she slowly opened her eyes, Su Zhinian's stunning face slowly entered her sight.
Perfect chin, thin and soft lips, sharp nose, beautiful deep eye sockets, and picturesque eyebrows …
The bright and beautiful sunlight just happened to fall on the back of his head, rendering a faint golden light around his body, making his unparalleled and exquisite facial features even more outstanding.
The scene before her was so beautiful that it felt like a dream. Song Qingchun subconsciously held her breath as she stared at Su Zhinian, trying to focus her attention on him.
I must be dreaming … I must be dreaming …
Song Qingchun was reminded of the fact that she was about to shatter into pieces, and her eyes that looked at Su Zhinian were filled with sadness.
In the midst of the rapid fall, she slowly reached out her hand toward his face.
Her fingers did not miss; they were warm and soft.
Song Qingchun frowned slightly, and her fingers started to move rapidly on Su Zhinian's face. When she touched his lips, she could feel his warm breath on the back of her hand. It tickled and tickled her fingers.
Song Qingchun's hand shivered, and as if realizing something, her eyes met Su Zhinian's once more.
She could clearly see the reflection of her face in his deep and beautiful eyes.
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