This one sentence made Song Qingdai's already red face even redder.

So he found an excuse and hurried upstairs.

Sitting on the chair in front of the dressing mirror in the bedroom on the second floor, Song Qingdai patted her hot face and saw her red face through the mirror.

His amused look immediately appeared in her mind, and Song Qingdai went crazy.

No one had ever told her before that Gao Han was so frivolous.

It's ok that he's not serious, but he also speaks dirty words without any shame at all.

Even Song Qingdai, who had lived twice, found it hard to resist.

It’s because she never tasted love in her previous life.

She found that the more she wanted to calm down and read, the more she couldn't continue reading, as if as soon as she opened the book, Gao Han's bandit-like face would appear in front of her.

He looks like such an frivolous person, but he is doing the most serious things.

With such a contrast, it’s no wonder that many people in the town were afraid of him before.

I heard that even children could be scared to tears by his appearance.

Song Qingdai couldn't help but wonder, if they had children in the future, would the children also be afraid of him as their father?

When Gao Han finished his work and went upstairs, Song Qingdai was already lying on the bed.

The lace-trimmed nightgown was held together by only two thin straps, which hung fragilely on the girl's delicate and smooth shoulders.

It seemed as if they couldn't bear her weight.

In recent days, Song Qingdai has become much plumper and her body has become visibly fuller.

The effect is particularly significant on the chest.

Probably even Song Qingdai had never thought that she could develop again. She naturally did not fall asleep, but at this moment her muscles were sore all over.

After all, I have never trained so hard before. This is the first time, and my muscles are very sore.

The light and shadow in the bedroom were dim, and the satin nightgown perfectly outlined the girl's graceful and slender figure.

The waist was soft and beneath the skirt was a pair of smooth, white calves.

"Indigo."

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Um……"

Song Qingdai buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled and soft.

Gao Han raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and placed his palm on her calf, massaging it gently.

The feeling of massaging and kneading sore muscles is very refreshing.

At least that's what Song Qingdai is like now.

"hiss……"

"Ah Han, it hurts..."

Her knuckles tightened and Song Qingdai buried her face deeper.

The man's palm was big, big enough to easily wrap around her calf.

That soft voice seemed to carry a hint of grievance.

"If your muscles are relaxed, you won't feel so much pain tomorrow. Training is gradual, and you'll be fine once you get used to it."

"Um……"

Although Song Qingdai said some words of resistance today, she still completed the training plan that Gao Han set for her.

Because she didn't want to be that fragile dodder.

"Lie down, your shoulders and arms also need massage."

I have to admit that Gao Han’s technique is quite good, and although it hurts, it provides good relief to the sore muscles.

"Hiss, be gentle..."

Song Qingdai felt that the neck was no longer her own.

Gao Han's eyes darkened.

"If you take it too lightly, it won't work. Just bear with it and it will be fine in a while."

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