Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Su Zhinian’s silence intensified the sadness in Song Qingchun’s heart.

This was a building tens of meters tall. Even if there were security cushions, the impact from the fall might still have killed someone, so why did he choose to jump down after her?

If there had not been any safety cushions, wouldn’t they have died together?

The moment the possibility appeared in Song Qingchun’s mind, the color drained from her face instantly. The relief from having just escaped death did not even occur to her. Instead, her mind was filled with fear, and this fear caused her emotions to become quite frazzled. As she cried, she suddenly shouted shrilly at Su Zhinian, “Do you understand what you just did? Have you lost your mind? You could have died!”

She had been pushed off the building, but he had chosen to jump off it. Even though it was to save her, she was still mad at him.

After yelling at Su Zhinian, Song Qingchun could not help but use her knuckles to pound on him. Su Zhinian could not evade, and even if he could, he would not have. Even though the pounds were light in force, they still managed to cause the pain in his body to spread. He concentrated fully, trying his best not to groan in pain out loud.

Song Qingchun’s large tears followed her action and fell on his skin. Eventually, perhaps because the fear caught up to her or perhaps because the pent-up emotions finally relaxed following her relief, she collapsed like a child onto his chest and started to cry in earnest.

As she cried, she still did not forget to scold him. To be perfectly honest, Su Zhinian really could not make out what Song Qingchun was saying. Thankfully, since she was lying on top of him, he could read her thoughts and understood what she was trying to say.

“Su Zhinian, have you lost your mind? Why did you jump after me?”

“Did you think about the consequences if something really happened?”

“Do you know how much fear you’ve put me in…”

The more Song Qingchun complained, the greater the resentment she felt. She instinctively leaned forward to want to bite on his shoulder, but when her teeth touched his shirt, she could hear him cough deeply, and then she felt something land on her hair.

Song Qingchun froze. Then she reached out to touch her hair, and she felt something liquid and sticky. She slowly moved her hands to her eyes, and what she saw between her fingers was blood.

Like an idiot, she froze on the spot, completely immobile. After some time, she gradually moved her head to look at Su Zhinian. His chin was covered with blood, and there was a trail of blood escaping from his lips, which were screwed shut.

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian, and her lips fell open. After gathering her energy, she said in a trembling voice, “Su Zhinian, what’s wrong? What’s wrong with you?”

Su Zhinian started to cough, and his breathing became dangerously rapid. There was sweat pooling nonstop on his forehead, and the blood that flowed out of his lips became heavier. Song Qingchun reached out in a hurry to cover his mouth to try to stop the bleeding, but her palms were soon dyed red.