This is a question that Song Shaoyan can't understand no matter how much he wants his gift.

Song Shaoyan was very shocked. He hugged Ning An, tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

How can I not want his gift?

How can it be?

Song Shaoyan was upset, and his originally tired heart suddenly had many waves, endlessly, like a bunch of threads, and no matter how hard he could find the knot.

Ning An was very tired and let him hug him and remained motionless.

Her hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her black hair was soft and delicate.

Song Shaoyan smelled the breath between her hair and couldn't fall asleep.

He was still struggling with this question, why did she not want his gift?

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

The sound of rain outside was lingering, which sounded particularly clear in the bedroom, knocking on the windows drop by drop.

The spring night is quiet and lonely.

This entanglement lasted all night.

Ning'an was so tired of being tossed by Song Shaoyan. When he woke up the next day, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning.

With her arms moved, she rubbed her eyes.

I thought Song Shaoyan had gone to the company, but unexpectedly, he was standing by the bed and looking out the window.

The curtains were half-pulled, and the light fell on the wooden floor and the bedside.

Under the dim light, the man was slender and his back was straight. He had changed into his shirt and trousers, looking elegant and calm.

Ning An moved and his whole body hurt.

She had kiss marks everywhere on her body, and she knew that Song Shaoyan would never let her go on the bed.

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

"Um."

Ning An sat up and put on his clothes.

Song Shaoyan sat down beside the bed and handed her the newly bought dress she had yesterday: "Try it."

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

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

Ning'an didn't watch it at all last night. I just woke up today and looked in a daze. The skirt was quite beautiful.

She knew that Song Shaoyan had many suitors when he was in college, most of whom were white, rich and beautiful, and he knew very well about fashion.

However, she had no desire to try.

She shook her head, wrapped in the quilt and didn't want to move.

Tired, even tired of speaking.

"I'll help you wear it." Song Shaoyan was particularly persistent.

He has always been quite confident in his aesthetics and taste. After thinking about it all night, Ning An refused to accept gifts. He must have thought that he had no vision and the skirt he chose would not look good.

"What are you doing..." Ning An leaned softly against the bed, not wanting to pay attention to him.

Her eyelids drooped, and now she just wanted to sleep.

"Try it."

Song Shaoyan sat down beside the bed and pulled her out of the bed.

He took off his pajamas for her and planned to wear her underwear.

Ning An suddenly lost all sleepiness and was awakened by fright.

She patted his hand off and took her cloak back, in horror: "Can you go 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 and even a little embarrassed, his face turned red and white, and he was particularly embarrassed.

Why did he become a fan of women wearing it? He hasn't tried it yet.

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

Song Shaoyan felt like he was being thief, and he was holding the beautiful dress in his hand.

"You try." He handed her the skirt.
Chapter completed!