Chapter 732
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If this was before, Su Zhinian would have stopped Song Qingchun from drinking.
But this time, he did not.
He leaned quietly against the door of Song Qingchun's bungalow, looking at the falling snow and listening to the sound of Song Qingchun gulping down the wine like it was water.
Her alcohol tolerance was still as bad as ever. Even though she was drunk, she did not stop. She continued to call the front desk to deliver the wine.
Su Zhinian only allowed the waitress to deliver the wine once and forbade her from doing so a second time.
Song Qingchun, who was inside the bungalow, was completely drunk. She mumbled many things to herself and cursed him at the same time.
The drunkenness had caused her to lose her mind, and her words were incoherent. In the end, she started to giggle like she was having a good time. She even started to sing and dance around the bungalow.
Song Qingchun only stopped after half the night had passed.
Su Zhinian waited until she had fallen into a deep slumber before he returned to his room.
The weather was surprisingly good the day after the snow.
The sun shone brightly on the holiday village. The combination of red plum blossoms and white snow made the world look like a dream.
Su Zhinian woke up punctually at 8 am. After breakfast, he appeared at Song Qingchun's bungalow as usual.
The drunk Song Qingchun was still asleep. He leaned against the wall, staring at the children who were playing not far away, and waited patiently.
At 10 am, there was finally some movement in the bungalow.
Song Qingchun woke up. Due to the severe headache from the hangover, she groaned repeatedly.
She lay in bed for about fifteen minutes before getting out to use the bathroom.
The sound of running water continued for about half an hour before it stopped. Then, there was the sound of bottles being opened and closed. Su Zhinian, who had lived with her for more than a hundred days, knew that was her daily skincare routine.
As the sound of clothes being put on ended, the bungalow fell into an eerie silence.
Su Zhinian raised his wrist to look at the time. It was already 11: 15 am. Based on her usual routine, Song Qingchun should have called for dinner by now.
However, until 11: 45 am, there was still no movement from Song Qingchun.
Just as Su Zhinian thought she had fallen asleep again, he heard her footsteps coming down the stairs.
The sound of the slippers got closer and closer to the front door. Out of habit, Su Zhinian straightened up and walked to the wall to hide.
The door to the bungalow opened, but Song Qingchun did not walk down the stairs like she did before. Instead, she turned around to look at Su Zhinian.
She stood at the door for a while before walking toward Su Zhinian without closing the door.
She was hungover and her face was pale. Her dried hair was casually draped behind her head, fluttering in the cold wind.
She looked at him quietly for a while, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "Let's talk?"
"Alright." Su Zhinian nodded. He looked around at the snowy surroundings, then at her, who wasn't wearing a jacket, and said, "It's cold outside. Do you want to go inside first?"
Song Qingchun nodded and turned to walk back into her bungalow. She didn't close the door, so Su Zhinian knew she wanted him to talk in her room.
When Su Zhinian entered the room, Song Qingchun was already sitting on the sofa. Her fingers were massaging her left temple, probably due to the headache.
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