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In his previous life, he was used to doing everything by himself and kept to himself, so she was never used to having someone help her.

Even if this person will be her future husband.

Even though they are getting married soon.

Catching the emotion in her eyes, Gao Han frowned again.

Why is she scared again?

Was his tone just now... fierce?

No…right?

There was a round plastic mirror in the side room. Gao Han hung up Song Qingdai's clothes and looked at his face in the mirror.

Look left and right.

Is he ugly?

Why does she always seem to be avoiding me?

Or is it too fierce?

So Gao Han tried hard to force out what he thought was a very gentle smile in front of the mirror hanging on the wall of the side room.

He didn't know whether it was gentle or not, but it was quite disgusting.

He succeeded in making himself sick.

The Diamond brand fan upstairs was blowing. The 1.8-meter-long wooden bed was very wide, and the straw underneath gave off a fresh scent of rice.

The bed was covered with a mat woven from bamboo strips, with mosquito nets made of gauze set up all around it, and square cabinets stacked on top of each other at the head of the bed.

There were a lot of quilts stacked inside for the winter.

However, Song Qingdai was attracted by the military green color at the bottom of the box.

She couldn't help but move forward, as if she wanted to lift it up and see what was underneath, but she felt that it was impolite to rummage through other people's things like this.

"What are you looking at?"

The sudden sound of door falling scared Song Qingdai even more. She hurriedly retracted her hand and turned to look at the door.

However, the plastic sandals on my feet were very slippery after getting wet.

His ankle clicked and he quickly leaned back, his waist hitting the sharp part of the cabinet.

The pain made Song Qingdai burst into tears instantly.

"Indigo!"

Gao Han reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his arms, thus preventing her from falling further.

Then he immediately picked the person up and laid him on the bed.

"Let me see!"

There was a barely perceptible hint of nervousness in his tone.

Song Qingdai quickly held down the hand that was about to lift up her nightgown, her face flushed red, half out of pain and half out of shame.

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