Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love Chapter 227: Stingy for That 100 (7)

Chapter 227: Stingy for That 100 (7)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Su Zhinian was probably tired; his eyes were closed as he leaned on the sofa. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard movement. Using his chin, he pointed at the book and tossed out one word. "Supper."
Then he reached for the phone beside him and put it on the coffee table, adding "Dial zero."
Finally, he closed his eyes again.
Even though he was stingy with his words, Song Qingchun understood what he meant. If she wanted supper, press zero on the phone. She had spent the whole night shivering in the mountains, and she was indeed hungry because she hadn't had dinner. However, she was surprised that he had the foresight to realize this even though she had not mentioned anything of the sort to him.
The shyness and awkwardness Song Qingchun felt when she invited Su Zhinian to stay instantly dispersed. She stood at the door to the bathroom quietly, staring at Su Zhinian for a long time before moving to the coffee table and squatted down to flip through the menu.
She flipped through the whole menu before calling room service to order braised beef noodles and a cup of yogurt. Before hanging up, as if remembering something, she turned to Su Zhinian and asked in a whisper, "Do you want anything?"
Su Zhinian shook his head emotionlessly without opening his eyes. Then, Song Qingchun said into the phone, "That's all, please send it to room 1123."
The room was exceptionally quiet after she hung up. Song Qingchun stood up slowly. She was hesitating whether or not to draw herself a warm bath when her gaze fell on the man who was lying in the chair.
Probably tired from maintaining the same posture in the long hour drive, the man's hand was placed behind his neck, slowly kneading it.
After a brief silence, Song Qingchun asked a question that she knew the answer to. "Is your neck not feeling well?"
After that, before she could stop herself, her lips added, "Do you want me to give you a massage?"
Song Qingchun's offer had truly surprised Su Zhinian. After a beat or two, he opened his eyes to look at Song Qingchun. His gaze was as silent as his mouth.
Song Qingchun showed a toothy grin as she walked to stand behind the sofa to massage his shoulders.
Su Zhinian's body froze, and he heard Song Qingchun saying, "I know I'm not a professional masseuse, but it should help."
Su Zhinian did not say anything and closed his eyes. His expression was mild, but his fists that laid on the armrest had already curled into fists.
Song Qingchun's had a good feel for massaging, and it did help Su Zhinian relax; even his expression had softened.
The room's yellowish glow softened his face even more, making him feel much more approachable than usual.
Song Qingchun repeated the two massage techniques that she knew, and she slowly lost herself, staring at Su Zhinian.
She had known him for so many years, but it was not until today that she realized he actually had a caring and gentle side.
Unlike Qin Yinan, who always greeted the world with a spring-like smile, Su Zhinian was like the face of winter, cold and unforgiving. People felt comfortable in Qin Yinan's presence while they couldn't wait to get away from Su Zhinian.
However, she didn't expect that Qin Yinan would manage to chill her heart to its core.