Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

But she was quite nervous, and she kept staring at his movements with nervous eyes, watching his expression, and she was really afraid that she might not like him.

Chang Mian didn't hesitate, but actually didn't expect too much from her gift, thinking that as long as it was a gift from her, there was no need to expect too much, as he really didn't lack for things.

He opened the box and saw a milky white sweater inside, so he took it out and compared it to his upper body, a melodious smile appeared on the corners of his lips, gently and shallowly.

"After so many days of preparation, you just bought me a sweater? You are really... well-intentioned." This is also a bit perfunctory, right?

Shangshang began to beat his heart: "I didn't buy it, I wove it myself."

For a moment, the man holding the sweater for comparison seemed to be stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe that she could knit a sweater, and turned his head to the side with disbelieving eyes: "You can knit a sweater?"

The corners of Shangshang's mouth rose, "Of course, I spent more than a week knitting, and my eyes are blurred. You...you don't like it, do you?"

Chang Mian didn't say a word, took the sweater in his hand, and looked at it carefully for a while.

"You...you really don't like it?" Is it over?She thought that Chang Mian would at least not dislike the things she wove because of her sincerity.

Chang Mian still didn't say a word, looked at the sweater in his hand for a while, and then put it on his head. Not to mention, although he hadn't compared it, it fit very well, not tight or loose, warm and comfortable.

"Actually, it's pretty good-looking, so you can forcefully say that you like it."

Chang Mian stared at his face, clenched her small hands tightly, her expression was depressed and tangled, Chang Mian couldn't help but chuckle, she was really disgusted at first, and she blamed her for being perfunctory, but she didn't expect it to be She knitted it herself, and the value and weight of the sweater immediately increased several spaces, "I like it."

Without hesitation, he looked in the mirror.

Thoughts drift far away in an instant...

In this world, there is a woman who knits a sweater for him. He thought that his mother was the only one in his life, but he unexpectedly received another hand-knitted dress today.

I still remember when I was a child, when the family of three watched TV at night, my mother would sit on the sofa and knit sweaters one by one. In winter, the sweaters on him and my father were all mother's masterpieces.

At that time, he was young and ignorant, and when he saw that the sweaters bought by Qin Cao and the others looked better than his own, when he got home, he was very disgusted and told his mother that he didn't want to wear the ones she knitted, but he wanted to wear the ones he bought and knitted by himself. Not a lot, dressed like a country bumpkin.