As if he didn't see him, Ning An untied his belt, pulled up the quilt and lay down. [Full text reading. 】

She closed her eyes quietly, her long eyelashes drooping, casting two shallow shadows under her eyes.

Under the light, she is beautiful and beautiful without makeup, and her melon seed face is particularly exquisite.

She slept with her back to him.

From his point of view, only her thin side face could be seen.

Because she was sick, she looked thin and thin, curled up in the quilt like a cat.

There was plenty of heating in the bedrooms, but the atmosphere was exceptionally cold.

Song Shaoyan stood in place for a long time, and did not speak, and his eyes fell on Ning An's side face without temperature.

After going downstairs, Song Shaoyan didn't eat much dinner and had no appetite.

After washing, he climbed into bed and hugged Ning An's thin body.

His hands and feet were cold, Ning An frowned, and pushed him in a daze: "Don't hug me......"

Song Shaoyan's brows also furrowed, and he pressed her hand: "Don't make trouble." ”

"I want to sleep."

"You sleep, I don't touch you."

"Your hands are too cold, take them away." Ning An whispered, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but his tone was extremely disgusting.

Song Shaoyan: "......"

He had to take his hand away and wait for it to warm up a little before wrapping his arms around her waist.

Ning An was too sleepy, didn't bother with him, and continued to sleep.

Song Shaoyan pressed her head into his arms and closed her eyes.

I just felt sleepy, and suddenly, my phone rang.

Song Shaoyan frowned, stretched out his hand and pressed it.

As a result, the other head did not give up and hit it over and over again.

Ning An was woken up and pushed him away: "Your phone is ringing, it's so noisy, why don't you turn on the mute......"

Song Shaoyan was very impatient, and in the dark, he reached for the mobile phone next to the pillow and pressed the answer button.

"Hey......" he said in a deep voice, his face displeased.

"Shao Yan, I fell down when I was taking a shower, my leg fell, it hurts, can you take me to the hospital, it hurts......" At the other end, there was a woman's low sobbing and anxious voice.

Aggrieved, uncomfortable, sad.

The woman's voice was not loud, but it was clear enough in the dark.

Song Shaoyan was completely sleepy, sat up from the bed, glanced at Ning An, and subconsciously went to the balcony to make a phone call.

The man's figure disappeared on the balcony, and the moonlight poured down quietly, casting his tall, slender shadow on the curtains.

Ning An heard the familiar woman's voice, but she didn't react much.

Rolled over and continued to sleep.

Not long after, Song Shaoyan walked back from the balcony and began to look for clothes in the closet by the moonlight.

He didn't turn on the light, but found a very ordinary black sweater to put on.

The small fragments of sound are amplified in the dark night and are exceptionally clear.

"An An." He shouted softly.

Ning An heard it, but didn't speak.

Her brain was groggy and a little painful, she just wanted to sleep, she didn't want to do anything.

"I'll go out."

He seemed to be telling her, but Ning An was not interested and did not respond.

Song Shaoyan took another coat and jacket, and then walked to the garage with the car keys.

As soon as he left, all the aura that belonged to him disappeared.

The bedroom, quiet again.

The white moonlight shone on the ground and the curtains, so quiet, and so cold as frost and snow.

Ning An opened her eyes, and under the moonlight, her ethereal eyes flickered with confusion and vainness, glowing hollow and without radiance.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and wisps of inexplicable taste spread on the tips of my heart.

Like barren grass growing all over the heart, a barren field.