The wind in early autumn is low and cold.

It was very windy in the wilderness, but there was a sharp contrast between the inside of the car and the outside!

There was a lot of enthusiasm in the car.

Song Shaoyan took off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and turned off the lights in the car.

Ning An closed her eyes.

In the endless pursuit, Ning'an seemed to smell the fragrance of roses in the air.

At first she didn't notice it, but now...she smelled it.

Song Shaoyan does not smell of perfume, but has a slight smell of roses.

After repeated tossing and tossing, Ning An was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes and weakly hooked his waist.

I don’t know how long it took before the torture ended.

Ning An has never experienced any joy in this kind of thing, more of it is just forced.

Just like her first time, half a month after their wedding, Song Shaoyan was drunk and happened to bump into her walking out of the bathroom.

As a matter of fact, I gave myself to him as a matter of course.

At that time, she didn't know he had someone in his heart.

She thought his indifference to her was just because he was too busy at work and didn't think much about it.

It wasn't until later that the secret was gradually discovered.

It happened a year ago, but I still think about it so clearly.

After tossing her twice, Song Shaoyan covered her with a blanket and then sat back in the driver's seat.

Ning An looked above her head helplessly, her eyes empty and weak.

Song Shaoyan got dressed, lit a cigarette, and said nothing.

The cigarette butt was clearly extinguished in the darkness, looming, and his slender body was covered with a layer of clear frost.

"Song Shaoyan." Ning An spoke slowly and called his name. Her voice was cold and hoarse. She looked like a powerless rag doll. "Do you know what I regret most?"

Her tone was exceptionally calm, with a touch of sadness.

The hair falls on the face, covering the confusion and confusion under the eyes.

Song Shaoyan pointed his finger, smoke rose, but he did not speak.

The man shrouded in darkness, his handsome face is still clear, and the smoke from his cigarette is lingering.

"When I was applying for the college entrance examination, I had two favorite universities, one was Beijing University and the other was T University. I hesitated for a long time, and finally I chose Beijing University. I thought... if I were given the choice again

Given the opportunity, I will choose T-Da without any hesitation, no hesitation.”

Ning An's soft voice was hoarse and choked, but more resolute.

Her face was as pale as a piece of paper.

Song Shaoyan's fingers paused and he didn't take a puff of cigarette for a long time.

The narrow space was covered in the smell of cigarettes, his brows were tightly knitted, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

Without meeting, there would be nothing that would happen later.

Ning An tiredly grabbed the blanket, her eyes empty and weak.

"Song Shaoyan, I know you are annoying me, I know." Ning An said slowly, "I am overestimating my abilities. In your eyes, I am just an ugly and earthy woman who only knows how to study.

You're right about work, and I can't bring you pleasure even in bed. I'm wronging you by asking you to marry me."

"Perhaps I always owe you 'I'm sorry'. If it weren't for me, you must be very happy now, with a beloved wife, beloved children, and a successful career. I really owe you 'I'm sorry'..."

Her voice is like a thin thread that lingers in the air.

It tightened Song Shaoyan's heart, making Song Shaoyan inexplicably irritable.

He took a drag on his cigarette.

Suddenly...the scene of their first meeting popped up in front of my eyes.

At that time, he was a junior and she was a freshman.
Chapter completed!