He was imprisoned.

Her body was pulled backwards, and she fell unexpectedly into that hard and hot embrace.

The man put his hands around her waist from behind, pressing her back completely against his chest.

"Aren't you asleep?"

"You've seen it, you've touched it, and you just want to leave like this?"

Song Qingdai immediately realized that this man was pretending to be asleep and he was not asleep at all.

"Aren't you very tired today? Then go to bed early..."

"No rush, it's only nine o'clock, there's still plenty of time to do other things."

"Nothing else?" Song Qingdai began to stutter again.

That's what she does when she's nervous.

His hands imitated the way Song Qingdai had just touched him, from top to bottom.

It stayed on her chest, and Song Qingdai's whole body tensed up.

"Don't……"

He turned her over and buried his head deep in her heart.

At that moment, Song Qingdai's throat felt itchy and she couldn't utter a word.

She had no choice but to push Gao Han's head, trying to push him away.

"Qingdai, I've shaved my beard, so it won't prick me."

He rubbed her gently, as if he was very greedy for her scent and temperature.

His strong arms held her, as if they could become one.

Song Qingdai licked her dry lips, and the air she exhaled was hot.

She whispered, "If you want, let's go back to the room..."

"It's possible here, and it's better this way."

He was referring to the way he sat in the chair.

Of course Song Qingdai knew it, and she blushed so much that she didn't dare to look at him.

Although they have been married for almost two months, Song Qingdai is still very thin-skinned, to the extent that her skin would be burned if he said something dirty.

"Qingdai, what did you put on your body? It smells so good."

He took a deep sniff and felt that he could never get enough of Song Qingdai's scent. He sniffed and rubbed against her like a big dog.

This made Song Qingdai's skin itchy.

She held Gao Han's face, which was rosy like a red apple.

During this period, she had become more plump, and her flesh felt soft and smooth to the touch. Gao Han liked to touch it very much.

"Are you born in the Year of the Dog? Although your beard doesn't prick after shaving, your hair is quite prickly..."

"Then I'll shave my head?"

"Puchi!" Song Qingdai couldn't help but burst out laughing, holding his face and looking left and right.

"Wouldn't it be a shame if you shaved your head?"

"So it's my face that you like?"

Song Qingdai raised her eyebrows: "Everyone loves beauty. You are so beautiful, isn't it just for me to like you?"

She became bolder and dared to tease Gao Han.

"Really?" The man's deep gaze fell on her, with a hint of mischief, and a strong desire oozing from his eyes.

The slightly rough fingertips gently caressed the moist lips.

"Then you should like me more, okay?"

The moment Song Qingdai was surprised, he had already kissed her.

Gao Han is always very strong in this regard. Song Qingdai was kissed until she was drowsy and felt soft, without any strength at all.

The rosy lips opened slightly, as if wanting to make some sound.

But she held back.

"Indigo..."

"Do you like it?"

Song Qingdai nodded as her lust grew stronger: "Yeah, I like it."

"Who do you like?" He hoped that Song Qingdai could like him a little more, a little more.

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