101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

Changshang could only feel that his breath was moist, along the base of her ears, into her heart, and even her heart became hot and humid.

Her mind froze. "You won't...were moved to tears?"

No way, it's just a sweater.

Chang Shang abandoned this idea.

Chang Mian just clasped her waist tightly, his mood fluctuating.

"When I was young, my mother knit sweaters for me." The corners of his eyes were moist, and warmth radiated from the bottom of his heart: "It's a pity that I didn't know how to cherish it at that time, and now I regret it and think about it again, and she won't knit sweaters for me again. "

"Chang Mian, do you miss your mother?" It turned out that he was thinking of his parents, so he was so sad that he cried?

She held her breath and stroked his back.

"Don't be sad, your parents are the pillars of the country, they sacrificed their lives for the country, and they must be in heaven now, living a very good life."

Changshang's voice was soft and soft, wrapping around the depths of his ears, spreading and entwining into his heart again, the corners of his eyes were moist again, silently did not answer her words, just wanted to hug her... Just hold her like this...be quiet for a while...

"Chang Mian, are you in a better mood?" After a long time, Shangshang felt his body was a little stiff, and couldn't help asking, "Can you let me go when you're in a better mood."

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while..." His voice seems to have not calmed down until now. It is his heart that has not calmed down, right?

Chang Chang didn't move again.

The tense body relaxed a little, leaning on his arms, stroking his back with his hands, trying to comfort him.

After a long time, Chang Mian let go of her, and her mood had returned to normal.

I can no longer find a trace of emotion or sadness.

It was as if the sad man just now had never existed at all. He was used to pretending to be very strong, so powerful that he could not be broken.

"How about I knit another one for you?" Shangshang carefully looked at his expression.

"I want gloves, scarves, hats, a complete set. It's almost Chinese New Year, and I want red ones, which are booming." Chang Mian turned her eyes away and said in a twisted voice.

In my heart, there is a hint of sweetness.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that there was also a woman beside him who would spend all her time making clothes for him stitch by stitch.In ancient times, men farm and women weave, although it is far away, there is a woman who is willing to weave clothes for him in the heart of every man; he is always cotton, no exception.

Unable to bear it, he lowered his head, grabbed her hand, brought it to his lips, pecked lightly, and said in a soft voice: "Shangshang, you are much more virtuous."

Unlike before, she always maintains a sense of distance, like a woman who is taken care of by others, her heart is as calm as water.

Provide only the body, afraid of getting lost, afraid of giving up the heart.

Now she is much more attractive, she knows how to hold him tightly, knows how to occupy him, knows how to please him, knows how to put the main energy on him, giving people a strong sense of presence.

Although because of his connivance, he is much more self-willed than before, but it is really, very pleasing to him.

When Changshang heard his praise, his face turned red uncontrollably. "Okay, if you like it, I'll knit it for you, as long as you like it."

"Go wash up and have breakfast together."

Chang Mian didn't show any more hypocrisy, rubbed her fluffy and messy hair, turned around and left the dressing room, and then went downstairs to exercise.

When he walked out of the bedroom, she was happily twirling the catwalk, laughing happily in circles in the bedroom, looking like she was done, she even clasped her hands together and fell on the bed, rolling around with her pillow in her arms, never thinking of knitting by herself A sweater can actually move Chang Mian to tears.