Song Cangran admitted that she really fell in love.

Her heart was always hopelessly beating for him.

For his words, a look, just looking at him silently like this, I felt that my heart was full.

Her old aunt, who is in her 30s, is like a little girl who has no prospects, and she falls into the simple and rough love offensive of a big boy.

However, it is as sweet as food.

Lifting the tightly wrapped quilt around her, she got up from the bedside.

"By the way, I almost forgot, I had a Christmas present for you."

Christmas gifts?

Huo Zizhao hooked his thin lips expectantly, watched her walk to his backpack, and took out a beautiful blue packaging bag from it.

"What is it?"

"If you open it and take a look, you'll know."

"You really gave it to me, didn't you pass it on for whom?"

She only gave a gift for He Lidai once, and after being nagged by him until now, Song Canran made a gesture to grab the bag.

"Don't forget it."

"Who says I don't want to?"

Huo Zizhao quickly took out the things in the bag, and saw at a glance that it was a light gray sweater, which felt very warm in his hand, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.

"Don't tell me you knitted it yourself?"

There was no logo on the clothes, and the packaging didn't look like it was bought from a mall.

"Well, I secretly knit it at night, it's ugly, you can wear it if you want."

In fact, she originally wanted to knit a scarf, but somehow, she knitted it and became a sweater.

Whoever makes this disaster always wear so little, should be considerate of him once.

Huo Zizhao jumped up as early as she spoke, just naked and put her sweater on her body.

Song Canran looked at his long legs, looked up a little further, and immediately moved away unnaturally.

Ahem, don't look at indecent things.

"Where's your pajamas?"

"I didn't bring it."

"Where's the hotel bathrobe?"

"Dumped in the same room."

“……”

Huo Zizhao was already happily putting the sweater on his body.

"I can't imagine that my baby is so virtuous, and he can knit sweaters."

Song Cangran was silent, of course he couldn't let him know that in fact, this craft was learned in his previous life in order to please another man.

I haven't woven for a long time, and the craftsmanship is rusty.

"The sleeves seem to be a little shorter." This guy really looks so tall: "Take it off, I'll add a few stitches for you and give it to you." ”

"No, it's a good duck."

Huo Zizhao grabbed the corner of his clothes, looking afraid that she would snatch it, seeing that he liked it so much, Song Canran's mood also became happy.

In the past, Ling Shen received the sweater she knitted for him, although he said that he liked it verbally, but he rarely saw him wear it, his explanation was that he was afraid that it would be worn out, and now she understood that he was not cherishing, but disgusting.

It turns out that it is also such a happy thing to have someone who appreciates your efforts.

"Eh, you're not going to sleep like that tonight, are you?"

Seeing that he couldn't put it down, Song Canran felt that he had completely done this kind of thing.

"How is it possible," a certain man looked at the mirror for a while, and then carefully took off his sweater, folded it and put it aside: "The baby knitted it for me with a needle and a thread, why am I willing to crush it?" ”

Seeing his lean body under his sweater, Song Canran didn't know where to put his eyes, thought about it, took his bathrobe and handed it to him.

"Put it on, don't take it off tonight."

Huo Zizhao stared at her little pink face, and smiled and put on the ladies bathrobe that was obviously a little tight.

Then, with a ring of arms, he circled her in front of him.

"The baby gave me such a good gift, the gift is still exchanged, what should I give you?"

"Hehe, not really."

"That's not good," Huo Zizhao smiled evilly, suddenly pulled her little hand, and put it on his chest: "Why don't you give me to you, okay?" ”