In the midsummer days, even at night, the wind seems to be warm.
Song Qingdai's long hair reached her waist and swayed gently at her hips. The water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair seeped through the clothes behind her and stuck to her waist.
As she walks, she sways in a beautiful arc, and the soft lines of the female body are fully displayed at this moment.
The moment she came out, a burning gaze fell on her.
Even though my hair was dried with a dry towel, it was still difficult to dry because it was too long.
The girl walked past him with the dampness of having just finished a shower on her body, as if some kind of arousing pheromones were stimulating him.
Suddenly, a large, thick hand grasped her wrist and gently pulled her.
"Come here and dry yourself off."
Gao Han spoke briefly and to the point, without giving Song Qingdai a chance to refute. He had a brand new dry towel in his hand and splashed it on her face.
Just wipe it randomly, there is no special technique to it, just wipe off the moisture.
"I, I can do it myself." Song Qingdai was still a little uncomfortable.
She had just finished taking a shower, and the wind blew into her skirt, making her feel cool but also with an inexplicable heat.
"If you don't dry yourself before going to bed, you'll get a headache. If you can dry yourself, why don't you dry yourself?"
Above my head was a man's dull and magnetic voice. His voice was really nice, but it sounded a bit fierce no matter how I listened to it.
He was standing behind her, and they were so close that his chest was almost touching her back. She could inexplicably feel a sense of heat coming from the male body.
It reminded her of the scene last night when the two of them were naked.
Although she was confused when the incident happened, Song Qingdai's mind was very clear afterwards. She even remembered the details very clearly and did not forget anything.
Gao Han has extraordinary physical strength and endurance. She is almost certain that Gao Han did not enjoy the game last night.
The girl's fair earlobes were tinged with pink, and the images in her mind were becoming increasingly out of control.
His fingertips weaved between her hair and scalp, and the soft towel washed away all the remaining moisture.
Song Qingdai's red ears were reflected in his eyes, and Gao Han's lips curled slightly.
"See? Did you see? That damned boy laughed. He actually laughed!"
"I said he must like Comrade Xiao Song, otherwise why would he suddenly want to marry her!"
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