Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Is it an emergency since she sounds so urgent? Su Zhinian woke up instantly when he heard Song Qingchun’s voice; all the drowsiness had left his mind. He was about to open his eyes when Song Qingchun’s desperate call of came once more.

“Su Zhinian.”

Su Zhinian frowned, and a thought crossed his mind. Could it be that everything that happened yesterday was just an excuse made up by Song Menghwa? Is she really my biological sister?

Shuddering all over, he closed his eyes that were in the middle of opening, hoping to retreat back to his perfect dream.

“Su Zhinian!” Following Song Qingchun’s loudest yell thus far, Su Zhinian heard the door to his bedroom being pushed open. As her footsteps carried across the floor, she didn’t stop calling his name.

Could it really be what I expected? Before I have had enough of this perfect dream, I’m about to get shoved back into hell? Su Zhinian, who was reluctant to face this truth, pretended to still be asleep. He rolled in bed to switch into another position to continue to fake a deep slumber.

“Su Zhinian!” Song Qingchun, who couldn’t ‘wake’ Su Zhinian, pulled the cover back and dropped it on the floor. Then she climbed into bed and used her fingers to pinch his nose shut while her palm to cover up his mouth.

Su Zhinian held his breath for as long as five minutes before opening his eyes wide as he gasped desperately for air.

Song Qingchun immediately retracted her arms and said anxiously, “Su Zhinian…”

Su Zhinian’s heart twitched twice following her voice. He really didn’t have the courage to face the cruelty of his dream being taken away from him. So, he jumped down from bed without thinking and rushed into the bathroom. “Tingting, I need to use the bathroom first, we can talk later”.

“Su Zhinian, I have something important to talk to you—you can use the bathroom after that,” Song Qingchun said as she followed Su Zhinian.

The door closed in her face, and Song Qingchun raised her hand to knock heavily on the bathroom door. When she heard him ask her to give him a minute, she looked around the room before her gaze landed on the dresser. She walked toward it, pulled the drawer open, and used a key she found within to unlock the bathroom door.

In the middle of peeing, Su Zhinian immediately used his hands to cover his little Su Zhinian, and the unfinished stream covered both his hands.

Su Zhinian, who was disgusted by his own pee, forced his vomit down his throat and turned to hiss at Song Qingchun with both desperation and helplessness, “Song Qingchun, didn’t I tell you I have to use the toilet‽”

Song Qingchun glanced at Su Zhinian’s private part that was covered and responded with an unaffected “Oh…” before telling Su Zhinian, “Carry on, it’s okay.

“Su Zhinian, listen to me because I have something serious to discuss with you…”

Carry on? How? With her standing right there? Su Zhinian’s face darkened. Before he could vent his frustration, his mind latched onto another phrase in Song Qingchun’s sentence—something serious.

How come it was getting closer and closer to the scene he imagined? Could it be that after a good night’s sleep, the distance between them was going to widen again?