This is a question that Song Shaoyan can't figure out, why don't you want his gift. [No pop-ups. 】

Song Shaoyan was very devastated, he hugged Ning An, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

How can you not do without his gifts.

How can it.

Song Shaoyan was upset, and his originally tired heart suddenly made a lot of waves, endlessly, like a ball of threads wrapped together, how could he not find the knot.

Ning An was very tired, so he let him hold him and didn't move.

Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and the jet-black green silk was soft and delicate.

Song Shaoyan sniffed the breath in her hair and couldn't sleep.

He was still struggling with the question of why she didn't want his gift.

Don't like gifts? But she didn't even look at it.

The lingering sound of the rain outside was heard very clearly in the bedroom, knocking on the window drop by drop.

The spring night is quiet, and the sky is lonely.

This entanglement is all night.

Ning An was too tired from being tossed by Song Shaoyan, and when he woke up the next day, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning.

With a movement of her arm, she rubbed her eyes.

I thought Song Shaoyan was going to the company, but I didn't expect that he was standing by the bed, looking out the window.

The curtains are half drawn, and the light falls on the wooden floor and beside the bed.

In the dim light, the man was slender, his back line was straight, he had changed his shirt and trousers, and he looked elegant and calm.

Ning An moved, and his whole body ached.

There were kiss marks all over her body, and she knew that Song Shaoyan would never let her go in bed.

"Awake?" Song Shaoyan turned around, his voice hoarse.

"Hmm."

Ning An sat up and got dressed.

Song Shaoyan sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the new dress she bought yesterday: "Try it." ”

The box of the dress was opened, and it turned out to be a sapphire blue one-neck dress.

The color is dignified, the style is generous, and the ruffles at the corners of the skirt add a bit of playfulness and agility.

Ning An didn't look at it at all last night, but just woke up today, and when she saw it in a daze, the skirt was quite beautiful.

She knew that Song Shaoyan had many suitors when he was in college, most of them were Bai Fumei type, and he knew fashion very well.

However, she didn't want to try.

She shook her head, wrapped in the quilt and not wanting to move.

Tired, tired even talking.

"I'll help you get dressed." Song Shaoyan was particularly persistent.

He has always been very confident in his aesthetics and taste, he thought about it all night, Ning An refused to accept the gift, he must have felt that his vision was not good, and the skirt he picked would not look good.

"What are you doing" Ning An leaned softly on the side of the bed, not wanting to take care of him.

Her eyelids drooped, and she just wanted to sleep.

"Give it a try."

Song Shaoyan sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her out of the bed.

He took off his pajamas for her, intending to put on her underwear.

Ning An suddenly fell asleep and was awakened by fright.

She slapped his hand away, took back her underwear, and was terrified: "How are you going out?" ”

Song Shaoyan looked puzzled, "It's not that I haven't seen it."

"Do you like to wear underwear for women?"

"I didn't." Song Shaoyan was very innocent, even a little embarrassed, his face was red and white for a while, and he was very embarrassed.

How did he become fond of women? He hasn't tried it yet.

Ning An quickly pulled the quilt, put on his pajamas in the quilt, and looked at Song Shaoyan vigilantly.

Song Shaoyan had a feeling of being a thief, and he was still carrying that beautiful dress in his hand.

"You try." He handed her the dress.

"Why do you have to try?"