Ning'an's hair was scattered, the hair circle fell to the ground, and his long black hair was scattered.

In a panic, she left Song Shaojun's arms and lowered her head to thank him: "Thank you."

Song Shaojun grabbed her wrist and looked carefully: "There are blisters."

"It's okay, I'll go and deal with it later."

Ning An bent down and picked up the hair ring on the ground.

Ning An's hair was filled with a faint scent of cherry blossoms, which drifted in the air, penetrated into every molecule, and was entangled with the smell of cologne on his body.

His heart hopped violently for a few times, and Ning An left Song Shaojun.

She went to the upstairs room to deal with the blisters.

The sky outside the window is particularly blue, and it is sunny, revealing the comfort of late summer.

Green vines climb the fences in the courtyard, and flowers bloom everywhere and are good everywhere.

Ning An carefully treated the wound and sat by the bed for a long time.

Her big black and bright eyes contained a shallow gaze, as if it were, and her face was peaceful and peaceful.

It took a long time before she combed her hair again and tied it up with her hair band.

When she returned to the kitchen again, she saw Song Shaojun cooking.

Unexpectedly, Song Shaojun has good craftsmanship.

I thought he was a young man who was not touching the water, but Ning An looked at him with admiration.

"It's very fragrant." Ning An said with a smile.

"Have the wound been treated?" He cooked the dishes, and his shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows.

The elegant figure has a bit of stability as home, and the whole person is elegant and peaceful.

"Okay, I'll do it?"

"No, you go to the restaurant and sit."

"That won't work. I promised that I would cook today, but I'll make you busy here. I'm sorry." Ning An was really embarrassed.

She just made a serving of garlic crayfish, but she didn't even prepare the steak.

"If you really feel sorry, you can make a fruit platter." Song Shaoyan bent his lips, turned his head to look at her, and his eyes fell back to the pot.

"Okay." Ning An was very straightforward.

The kitchen is very big, and Song Shaojun cooks, so she goes to cut fruit.

There are a lot of fruits in summer. Ning'an washed grapes, cantaloupes, watermelons, dragon fruits... carefully made a fruit platter.

After Song Shaojun made the tomato sauce steak, he walked behind her.

Ning An didn't notice him coming at all.

Song Shaojun reached out to grab the knife, picked up a radish, and peeled out a small flower.

He placed the radish decorative flowers next to the plate and smiled: "How is it."

Ning An was surprised and looked at her without blinking. She turned to look at Song Shaojun: "How did you do it? It's so amazing. Have you learned it specifically?"

"No, I was bored when I was a child, I thought about it myself, and then I'll do it later."

“Very awesome.”

"It's just a trick of carving insects." Song Shaojun disagreed and smiled.

Ning An looked at the flower and smiled. She admired her from the bottom of her heart. It was really amazing.

The "flower" is lifelike, just like it is real.

She won't.

"Is it very good?" Song Shaojun saw that she was watching, "If you want to learn, I can teach you, but it's just a trick to coax people."

“It looks great.”

Seeing that she was very interested, Song Shaojun picked another radish, slowed down and showed her bit by bit.

Ning An looked very carefully.

Song Shaojun's ten fingers are white and slender, with clear joints and elegant and smooth movements.

After reading it, Ning An shook his head: "It's too difficult, I won't learn it anymore."

She is not a genius either, and this matter is really difficult for her.
Chapter completed!