Only a small light was open in the bedroom, giving the place a sense of closeness and intimacy. Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun lay in bed together, and there were about two meters between them. This was not the first time they shared the same bed, but it was the same time that happened after everything was said and done.
Previously, when they did the deed, he had been drunk twice, and the other time, she still had not known the truth, but this time was different. Even though they had promised to be together, certain things were still hard to approach.
The night was quiet, and neither of them spoke, but they could hear the other's breathing clearly. Neither of them felt like sleeping; they stayed in their position for a long time until they felt uncomfortable. They both turned in bed in unison causing their hands to accidentally touch. Song Qingchun's fingertips trembled, and then she could feel the man's warm hand covering her soft hand.
He gripped her hand tightly as if sending her warmth before their finger crossed. An inexplicable sweetness and bliss radiated from their crossed palms to fill up the room with an atmosphere of peace and affection. This was probably what they called a peaceful life.
Two people who loved each other staying together did not need to do certain things to feel happy. Even if they just lay in bed holding each other's hands, the world would fill with bliss.
Su Zhinian was really satisfied.
The satisfaction only increased when he saw the same feeling reflected in Song Qingchun. He gripped her hand tighter and told the girl who was increasingly overwhelmed by drowsiness, "Tingting, good night."
Song Qingchun turned around to face Su Zhinian. She looked at the man's face, which was looking up at the ceiling. Her face broke into a happy smile, and she replied, "Good night, Su Zhinian."
Su Zhinian also turned to look at her. They both lay in their side of the bed and studied each other using the dim light in the room. Song Qingchun, who had tired easily lately, soon surrendered. Her eyelids started to droop. Before she fell asleep, Su Zhinian could not help himself but call her name. "Tingting?"
"Hmm?" Song Qingchun tried her best to stop her eyelids from falling and answered him softly while staring at his shining eyes.
Even though the decision had been made, Su Zhinian still felt internally anxious. He gripped her hand even tighter and said softly, "Tingting, let me ask you one last time, will you really not regret this?"
Song Qingchun's face fell immediately. She glared at Su Zhinian and warned grumpily, "Su Zhinian, do you want to get beaten up some more?"
Su Zhinian's face relaxed facing Song Qingchun's anger. He stretched his arm to circle Song Qingchun's neck. "Tingting, even if you regret it in the future and want to get away from my side, you can't blame me when I refuse to let you go."
When Song Qingchun heard this, her face broke into a smile. She giggled twice before snuggling into Su Zhinian's chest. "Of course, I won't."
Su Zhinian chuckled internally and lowered his head to plant a good night kiss between Song Qingchun's brows.
Song Qingchun felt the kiss, and her eyes smiled.
Very soon, she drifted to sleep.