Chapter 99
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Song Qingchun ran all the way down the stairs before she sighed in relief.
How could she be so stupid? Even if she had seen the handprint on his face, she couldn't have said it … Luckily, she had run away quickly. If she had been a little slower, she might have lost her life based on his furious expression …
Song Qingchun patted her chest as she walked into the dining room. She sat down at the dining table and picked up the chopsticks. When she was about to eat, she saw the arm that was holding the chopsticks was covered in blood.
Song Qingchun dropped the chopsticks and started to inspect her body. She looked around several times to make sure she wasn't injured.
So, the blood on her wrist …
Song Qingchun unconsciously raised her head to look at the ceiling. Only Su Zhinian had grabbed her wrist earlier … Is his hand injured?
Song Qingchun was reminded of the palm print on Su Zhinian's face. Even though the lighting was poor, she could tell his face was seriously swollen.
What happened to him today?
Song Qingchun sat in the chair and thought about it for a long time before shaking her head heavily.
What happened to him has nothing to do with me!
We're not that close to each other yet, so I don't need to worry about him!
Yes, I don't need to worry about him!
Song Qingchun nodded heavily. She stood up and walked into the bathroom to wash the blood off her wrist before returning to the dining room. She sat down at the table, picked up the chopsticks, and started to eat like there was no one else around.
Song Qingchun only took a few bites before she stopped.
After all, they were acquaintances. Even though she resented him, he looked like he was seriously injured, so it didn't seem right for her to ignore him, right?
She bit on the chopsticks in her mouth before raising her head to look at the ceiling. Then, she lowered her head to continue eating. After a few more bites, she raised her head to look at the ceiling again. This repeated many times before Song Qingchun put the chopsticks down and walked into the kitchen.
They had signed a contract, and she was responsible for his food and clothing, so even though he was injured, she had to take care of him.
As Song Qingchun thought about it, she grabbed two eggs and boiled them in the water.
Song Qingchun stood before the stove for half a minute before turning to leave the kitchen. She grabbed a jacket from the bedroom upstairs, put it on, and walked out of the bungalow.
When Song Qingchun returned, the boiled egg was ready. She scooped the egg out and soaked it in cold water for several minutes before reaching out to test the temperature. After making sure it was right, she peeled the shell off, placed it on a small plate, and carried it upstairs.
Perhaps it was because he had not touched a woman for too long, Su Zhinian, who had always been calm and collected, still felt the fire in his body burn even after Song Qingchun had left for so long.
In the end, he went directly to the open-air balcony, enjoying the cold winter wind.
The temperature of minus ten degrees Celsius gradually forced back the heat in his heart.
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Less than ten minutes after she left the villa, she ran all the way back.
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