While waiting for Song Qingqing, Sikong Xingchen took out a document and started reading it on the spot.
He spent the entire afternoon waiting for Song Qingqing, and there's also a tricky document that needs to be reviewed right now.
He was quick and finished processing the document in no time. Then he focused on waiting for Song Qingqing to come out so they could have dinner together.
An hour passed, but the bathroom door remained closed.
Sikong Xingchen was a little puzzled, so he got up and knocked on the door, but there was no response.
In a moment of panic, I kicked the bathroom door open with all my might.
The next moment, his eyes were filled with shock.
What happened?
Why is everything in front of me so white and foggy?
I can't even see things within a meter.
What exactly happened in his bathroom?
She took a few steps forward and called out, "Song Qingqing, Song Qingqing."
Still no response.
Something must have happened. Thinking of this, Sikong Xingchen panicked and ran towards the familiar bathtub.
As a result, because he couldn't see the road ahead clearly, he slipped on Song Qingqing's shoes and fell, hitting his head on the wall and bleeding instantly.
But Sikong Xingchen seemed to feel no pain, and got up and rushed towards his bathtub again.
With a "splash!", he plunged into the water, his face turning pale instantly from the cold.
Reaching out to search around, they finally found Song Qingqing in a corner, looking as if she had been frozen into an icicle.
He pulled the person tightly into his arms, and then left.
Back in his room, with his vision returning to normal, Sikong Xingchen finally saw the naked body of the young girl in his arms and immediately closed his eyes.
He groped his way into the blankets, then opened his eyes, turned up the air conditioning, changed into dry clothes, and then ran to the bedside to check on Song Qingqing's condition.
At this moment, the other person was already shivering from the cold, huddled under the covers.
It looked as if thin ice was still forming on his face. Upon seeing this, Sikong Xingchen immediately picked up his mobile phone and called his personal doctor over to take a look.
The doctor arrived quickly, examined Song Qingqing, and told Sikong Xingchen that Song Qingqing was perfectly healthy.
Her body is simply different from ordinary people; it might be the legendary mutant constitution, or perhaps her body is activating some kind of ability.
That's why her body temperature dropped to freezing, but there was no danger to her life. If she can pull through, there might be some changes in her body.
He wanted to stay and study Song Qingqing carefully.
They also wanted to draw Song Qingqing's blood and take it back for research.
But he underestimated Song Qingqing's importance in Sikong Xingchen's heart.
Compared to him, the doctor who had followed Sikong Xingchen for ten years, she was no match for Song Qingqing, the woman who suddenly entered his heart.
So, when he revealed his fervor as a scientist.
Sikong Xingchen immediately ordered someone to send him away and keep him under strict guard.
He absolutely could not allow anyone to harm Song Qingqing in the slightest.
And no one should know that Song Qingqing has a health problem.
Regardless of whether Song Qingqing has a physical mutation or is about to unlock some ability.
All he knew was that he loved her and he didn't want anything to happen to her.
They kicked everyone out of the room and locked the door.
He pulled back the covers and embraced her.
The next moment, Sikong Xingchen shivered from the cold, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, trying to warm her with his own body heat.
Reaching out to stroke Song Qingqing's hair, Sikong Xingchen's lips, though growing increasingly pale, never lost their smile.
"Hiss!" He didn't know how much time had passed, but Sikong Xingchen felt as if he had stepped into an icy river, so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.
But his hands were still tightly holding Song Qingqing, without the slightest sign of letting go.
And so, the two of them, covered by the blanket together, swaying back and forth, gradually even synchronized their rhythms.
Fortunately, the bed was thickened, widened, and reinforced; otherwise, the two of them trembling would have made a lot of noise.
Two more hours passed, and it was already past midnight.
Song Qingqing's body temperature dropped another degree. Afraid that she would get cold, Sikong Xingchen leaned down and kissed Song Qingqing's lips.
He planned to give her the last bit of warmth from his body.
But as soon as he touched Song Qingqing's bloodless lips, he shuddered again.
A bone-chilling cold, as cold as millennia, surged into his limbs and bones, and in the next instant, he was frozen unconscious.
Even though they fainted, their lips remained pressed together.
Song Qingqing had no idea that Sikong Xingchen had been frozen unconscious by her.
All she knew was that she was very, very cold, but then, without her noticing, she suddenly felt a little warm. This warmth made her feel much better, and then she seemed to fall asleep.
The next day, when Song Qingqing woke up, what she saw was a magnified image of a handsome man, the kind that could make her swoon at first glance.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Look at that face shape, so smooth and sculpted.
Look at those closed eyes, with eyelashes like fans.
Looking at the bridge of his nose, it is straight and prominent like a mountain peak.
The wound on his forehead, however, was particularly striking.
Seeing this, Song Qingqing instantly snapped back to reality. Was Xingchen injured?
When "Star" regained consciousness, Song Qingqing was about to check his wounds when she opened her mouth and realized that their lips were still pressed together.
What's going on?
Why are they kissing?
Wait, why can't they kiss?
They're in a relationship, so it's only natural for them to kiss.
Thinking this, she kissed him twice more, making a loud "slap slap" sound.
After kissing him twice, Song Qingqing finally let go of him.
As soon as I lowered my eyes, I was met by a pair of dark eyes filled with stars.
Their eyes met, and all around was silent.
Sikong Xingchen suddenly smiled, then happily embraced her.
"You're awake." That's great, he was so worried yesterday.
Although she was not in mortal danger, he was still worried sick watching her being covered by thin ice time and time again.
Seeing that she was unharmed, he was finally relieved.
Song Qingqing had no idea what happened last night. Now, hearing his words and feeling his strong arms, she was filled with questions.
"You're injured." After hugging for a while, Song Qingqing reached out and touched his forehead, her face full of heartache.
Holding her hand, Sikong Xingchen didn't seem to care at all, "I'm fine."
He was so focused on Song Qingqing yesterday that he realized he hadn't applied the medicine yet.
I wonder if he'll be disfigured. If he is, will Song Qingqing dislike his face?
If that's really the case, what should we do?
Thinking of this, he immediately got up and found someone to apply the medicine, moving as fast as the wind.
"..." Song Qingqing was a little confused, not understanding why he suddenly left.
Just as I was feeling annoyed, I noticed that she had changed all her clothes.
Moreover, her body ached, and an idea formed in her mind: "Aches!"
Isn't this just a symptom after all that?
Could it be that yesterday, they really did that, and that?
Oh my god!
Did she actually sleep with Sikong Xingchen?
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