He held Song Qingdai as if he were a child.

Kiss deeply little by little.

Let her fall little by little.

The palms are inserted into the hair, and the kisses are continuous, silent but more powerful than words.

Song Qingdai's clothes were disheveled and her skirt was pushed to her waist.

She was trembling slightly, as if it was the first time she was so intimate with a man she wasn't very familiar with, and she was very uncomfortable.

"Don't be nervous. I won't touch you before we get married."

He finally let go of Song Qingdai.

Gao Han could feel her tense muscles. She was so nervous that her whole body was hot. She held him tightly with both hands, and her nails dug into his flesh.

It doesn’t hurt to say whether it hurts or not. It does hurt a little bit.

However, Gao Han hopes that she can save this strength for the day when she will need it.

Song Qingdai's face was so red that it seemed as if blood could drip out, and she felt her whole body was burning.

She wanted to get off Gao Han.

However, as soon as she moved, she realized that she seemed to have touched some terrible switch, and she was so scared that she dared not move immediately.

"Qingdai, don't move, be good, let me hold you for a while, just a while will do."

He sighed and hugged Song Qingdai tightly in his arms.

The buttons of the girl's clothes had been torn off long ago, and the fan was blowing, lifting her skirt, making it feel a little cool.

However, it couldn't dispel the heat in her heart.

"Are you... okay?" Song Qingdai asked cautiously after a long time.

His body suddenly lost balance, Gao Han stood up, held her in his arms like a child and walked upstairs.

"Ah Han, what are you doing? Put me down now. You are still injured and you will make the wound split open!"

Song Qingdai was extremely worried.

"Your man is not that fragile. This injury is nothing more than a daily occurrence."

For him, it is indeed a common occurrence.

Just now Song Qingdai asked him if all those old injuries on his body were caused by catching bad guys?

Some are, some are not.

The bedroom on the second floor was very spacious. He drew the curtains, and no moonlight from outside could come in.

She was held in his arms, and her nostrils were filled with the scent of his body.

The medicine powder mixed with soap had an indescribable smell, but it was not unpleasant. On the contrary, the smell made Song Qingdai feel at ease.

I was talking to Gao Han casually at first, but soon

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