Ning An's heart was beating loudly because of him. In the past, she couldn't even touch his things.

I remember one time when she was tidying up Song's house, she accidentally moved a painting he liked in the living room. When she came back, he got very angry and said that she dared to touch his things once in the future.

Ning An raised her hand and gently touched his face. Between her palms was the outline of his face, which was handsome and perfect.

"Song Shaoyan, before, I couldn't even touch your things."

Song Shaoyan: "..."

"You don't know how many times you have been angry with me because of this matter. If I had a natal family in the capital, I would have gone back to my natal family a long time ago. I can't stand your anger." Ning An said slowly.

Song Shaoyan held her hand and folded his palms, which was doubly warm.

"An'an, I know that I owed you too much before, so even God couldn't stand it. He almost died after punishing me to go mining in Africa. Fortunately, I still have many, many years to be nice to you. I was not sensible before.

See if you can let go of the mistakes you made." Song Shaoyan held her hand and said, "If you don't feel relieved, just slap me twice."

"I'm going to slap you twice. Will you feel ugly again?" Ning An wouldn't hit him, and he didn't have the energy to act like that again. "Okay, now that you're old, don't act like that in the future."

That’s fine.”

"I don't do it. I just feel a little awkward when I meet you."

"It's not a little, it's very, very, very awkward and pretentious." Ning An smiled.

"Okay, I understand." Song Shaoyan held her hand, lowered his head and kissed her neck.

Ning An soon had a few kiss marks on her neck. Song Shaoyan was obsessed with the scent of her body, so he simply reached out to pick her up and carried her to the bed.

The master bedroom of Song Shaoyan's villa is very large, much larger than Ning'an's small bed, so Song Shaoyan can do whatever he wants.

He whispered in her ear, his voice low and ambiguous: "The sound insulation here is very good."

"You're so annoying."

…

Ning An hadn't recovered yet, and there seemed to be something cold on his fingers.

She moved her hand and lifted it up weakly. Through the light, she realized that he had put a small ring on her ring finger. It was small, delicate and very beautiful.

Song Shaoyan leaned against her and kissed her eyebrows: "Do you like it?"

"Um."

The ring shone with a low-key and luxurious luster under the light. It had a strong sense of design and unique workmanship. Ning An couldn't take his eyes away.

Song Shaoyan also raised his hand: "I have one too."

Ning An smiled: "So, you bought yourself a ring to wear?"

"If you wear the ring, you are mine and you can't run away."
Chapter completed!