77 Maniac Su and Sanitary Su 7 (1/2)

Song Qingchun squeezed the cloth in her hands like her life depended on it. After locating the voice that had left her, she said, ”Mr. Su, do you need anything?”

After a short pause, Su Zhinian's gaze slowly left the yoga mat and fell on Song Qingchun's face. ”Brew me a cup of coffee.”

His gaze then purposely lingered on the yoga mat some more before turning away and closing the door behind him.

Song Qingchun heaved a long sigh of relief and was about to pull her phone from underneath the mat when the door was suddenly pushed open again, causing the breath that she was in the middle of releasing to be caught in her throat again.

”Skip the milk and sugar.” Then, Su Zhinian closed the door once more.

Song Qingchun stared at the closed door for a full three minutes to ensure it would not suddenly be pushed open again before collapsing to the ground. She clapped at chest as she took two deep breaths.

Living with Maniac Su is like a mental trial. I swear, one of these days, he is going to give me a mental illness…

After her heart rate returned to normal, Song Qingchun ran to the kitchen to prepare the cup of coffee for Su Zhinian as fast as she could. Then, she took it upstairs.

The door to the study was open, and Su Zhinian was sitting in front of the study table, staring at the computer screen with a blank expression. She could hear a male voice coming from the computer giving a long speech in English.

Song Qingchun stood at the threshold and knocked lightly on the door. Su Zhinian turned and lifted his hand to point at a spot beside the computer before turning back to the screen.

Song Qingchun placed the coffee down carefully and voicelessly. As she prepared to leave his study, she heard Su Zhinian's voice from behind her. ”Wait.”