Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan asked her to open the window outside, because the soundproofing equipment was good, so she could only see the shape of her mouth.

There was a sudden strong excitement in his heart, and Song Qinghuan hurriedly opened the floor-to-ceiling windows.

As soon as Yuhan entered the house, she immediately threw herself into his arms, but because her belly was against her, she could only turn her body sideways to wrap around his waist.

Shi Yuhan stretched out his hand to hug her for the first time, for fear that she might fall off accidentally.

Song Qinghuan raised her eyes and looked at him, with hot and humid tears in her eyes, and choked out: "Shi Yuhan... why are you here?"

It was really a pleasant surprise. He didn't expect that he would suddenly run out in the middle of the night.

Song Qinghuan was a little dazed and drowsy, dreamlike, and when she was sure that he was coming, she wanted to hold him tightly, and then never separated a bit.

In my heart, there was no anger, only excitement and joy, with hot tears, buried his face in his chest.

At the moment when I was holding Song Qinghuan, the tired and uneasy heart of the long journey, all slowly relaxed.

The deep and cold eyes instantly became tender and hot.

He possessed his body, his thin lips pressed against Song Qinghuan's hair, and his voice was dark and muffled: "It's cold at night, I'll close the window first."

Song Qinghuan heard the words and gently let go of him.

After he closed the window, he immediately pulled him to sit by the bed, and then looked at him without blinking, his eyes were so deep and affectionate.

Shi Yuhan also looked at her affectionately, and the kiss fell tenderly, printed on the center of her eyebrows, as sweet as cotton candy that couldn't be melted.

"Why did you come over suddenly?" Song Qinghuan asked softly.

Shi Yuhan said softly: "You didn't mean to let me come to see you, I promised you, then I must find time to come and see you, just tonight is free, so I came here, but I can only stay for two hours... …"

Song Qinghuan was surprised to interrupt him: "Come so far, you only stay for two hours."

Shi Yuhan nodded slightly, touched her forehead with his forehead, and said in a low voice: "Well, it can only be two hours, and I will leave at five o'clock."

Song Qinghuan was startled, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

Was it because she was angry and hung up his phone, so he was worried that he rushed over overnight, just to keep her from being angry...

At this moment, Song Qinghuan felt unspeakable soreness in her heart, raised her eyes to look at him, but seemed to notice something wrong with his forehead.

She raised her hand subconsciously and touched his forehead.

But Shi Yuhan suddenly turned his head away, avoiding her touch.

However, Song Qinghuan still lifted a sliver of hair on his forehead, and then saw that there was a bruise on his forehead, and it was still oozing with tiny bloodshot eyes.

"Shi Yuhan, what's wrong with you..." Song Qinghuan's voice suddenly changed, and his hands trembled slightly.

She stretched out her hand again, but was gently caught by Shi Yuhan.

His eyes were cold, the clouds were light and breezy, and he didn't care about it: "A little accident, don't worry."

"Small accident? What's the accident? How did it happen..." Song Qinghuan's voice trembled and choked, "Let me see, is it serious?"

Although she only glanced at it, she could feel that the work did not seem to be caused by encounters, but seemed to be caused by a fight with others.

Holding her forehead again, making her worried and distressed face, facing her deep eyes, Shi Yuhan said softly: "It's not serious, and it's already healed?"