This is a question that Song Shaoyan can't figure out, why he doesn't want his gift.

Song Shaoyan was very shocked. He held Ning An in his arms and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

How could I not want his gift?

How can it be.

Song Shaoyan was distraught, and his tired heart suddenly became filled with waves, endless, like a ball of thread winding together, unable to find the knot.

Ning An was very tired, so she let him hug her and remained motionless.

Her hair is spread over her shoulders, and her black hair is soft and delicate.

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

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

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

The sound of rain outside was lingering and could be heard very clearly in the bedroom, as it beat on the window drop by drop.

The spring night is quiet and the sky is lonely.

This tangle lasted all night.

Ning An was really tired from being tormented by Song Shaoyan. When Shen Shen woke up the next day, it was already past ten in the morning.

She moved her arms and rubbed her eyes.

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

The curtains were half-opened, and light fell on the wooden floor and beside the bed.

Under the dim light, the man has a slender figure and a straight back. He has changed into a shirt and trousers, and looks elegant and calm.

When Ning An moved, his whole body ached.

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

"Are you awake?" Song Shaoyan turned around, his voice hoarse.

"Um."

Ning An sat up and got dressed.

Song Shaoyan sat by the bed and handed her the new dress he bought yesterday: "Try it on."

The dress's packaging box 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. She just woke up today and took a vague look at it. The dress was quite beautiful.

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

However, she had no desire to try.

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

Tired, even talking is too tiring.

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

He has always been quite confident about his aesthetics and taste. He thought for a whole night that Ning An refused to accept the gift because he must have felt that he had poor taste and the dress he picked would not look good.

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

Her eyelids were drooped, and all she wanted to do now was sleep.

"Try it."

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

He took off her pajamas and planned to put her underwear on.

Ning'an suddenly lost all sleep and was startled to wake up.

She slapped his hand away, took back her clothes, and said in horror, "Can you go out?"

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

"Do you like to dress women in underwear?"

"I didn't." Song Shaoyan was very innocent, even a little embarrassed. His face turned red and white, which was very embarrassing.

How come he likes to dress women? He hasn't tried it yet.

Ning An quickly pulled the quilt, put on her pajamas under the quilt, and looked at Song Shaoyan warily.

Song Shaoyan felt like he was being treated as a thief, still holding the beautiful dress in his hand.

"Try it." He handed her the skirt.
Chapter completed!