Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 666 You Sleep, I Don't Touch You

As if she didn't see him, Ning An untied her hair belt, pulled up the quilt and lay down.

She quietly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes drooping, casting two circles of shallow shadows on her eyes.

Under the light, she was beautiful without makeup, and her melon-seeded face was extraordinarily delicate.

She slept with her back to him.

From his point of view, only her thin profile can be seen.

Because she was sick, she looked thin and small, curled up in the quilt like a kitten.

The heating in the bedroom was adequate, but the atmosphere was extraordinarily cold.

Song Shaoyan stood on the spot for a long time without opening his mouth, his cold eyes fell on Ning An's side face.

After going downstairs, Song Shaoyan didn't eat much dinner and lost his appetite.

After washing, he climbed onto the bed and hugged Ning An's thin body.

His hands and feet were cold, Ning An frowned, and pushed him in a daze: "Don't hug me..."

Song Shaoyan also frowned, and pressed her hand: "Don't make trouble."

"I'm sleepy."

"You sleep, I won't touch you."

"Your hands are too cold, take them away." Ning An muttered, too sleepy to open his eyes, but his tone was extremely disgusting.

Song Shaoyan: "..."

He had no choice but to take his hands away, and when they were warmer, he put his arms around her waist.

Ning An was too sleepy, so he didn't bother with him, and continued to sleep deeply.

Song Shaoyan pressed her head in his arms and closed his eyes.

Just as I fell asleep, suddenly, the phone rang.

Song Shaoyan frowned and stretched out his hand to break it.

As a result, the other end refused to give up and beat over and over again.

Ning An was woken up and pushed him away: "Your phone is ringing, it's so noisy, why don't you turn it on mute..."

Song Shaoyan was very impatient. In the dark, he reached for the mobile phone next to the pillow and pressed the answer button.

"Hello..." he said in a deep voice with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Shao Yan, I fell while taking a shower. I fell on my leg. It hurts so much. Can you take me to the hospital? It hurts..." From the other end, there was a woman's low sobbing and anxious voice.

Wronged, uncomfortable, sad.

The woman's voice is not loud, but clear enough in the dark.

Song Shaoyan didn't feel sleepy at all, sat up from the bed, glanced at Ning An, and subconsciously went to the balcony to make a phone call.

The figure of the man disappeared on the balcony, and the moonlight poured down quietly, casting his tall and slender shadow on the curtains.

Ning An heard a familiar woman's voice, but she didn't react much.

Turned over and continued to sleep.

Not long after, Song Shaoyan came back from the balcony and started looking for clothes in the closet under the moonlight.

He didn't turn on the light, and found a very ordinary black sweater to put on.

The thin and broken voice was amplified in the dark night, and it was extraordinarily clear.

"An'an." He called softly.

Ning An heard it, but didn't speak.

Her mind was dizzy, and she still felt a little bit pained. She just wanted to sleep, and she didn't want to do anything.

"I'm going out."

He seemed to be telling her, but Ning An was not interested and did not respond.

Song Shaoyan took another overcoat, and then walked to the garage with the car keys.

As soon as he left, the aura that belonged to him disappeared completely.

The bedroom became quiet again.

The white moonlight shone on the ground and the curtains, so peaceful and as cold as frost and snow.

Ning An opened her eyes. Under the moonlight, her big ethereal eyes were full of confusion and futility, empty and lifeless.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and an inexplicable feeling spread from the tip of my heart.

Like weeds growing all over the heart, it is barren.

　(Song Zhazha is dying... the monthly pass will be cleared at the end of the month, remember to vote for Luo Yi~)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)