The prenatal state.
It is even a little fuller and more attractive than before, with a touch of mature charm.
Like a ripe peach.
It is like a red rose watered by passion.
Bright as fire, captivating.
"Does your newly permed hair look good today?"
Song Qingdai touched her hair. Her hair was very long and had always been black and straight. This time, Song Qingdai had her hair curled.
A head of fluffy wavy hair, sticking to the slightly moist skin, is full of charm.
Her eyebrows and eyes were full of charm, but there was also a hint of shyness, which was most attractive.
"Ah Han, I'm asking you, why don't you say anything?"
Doesn’t it look good?
No, this is impossible. Her hair was permed by her aunt, who said the hairdresser there has very good skills.
Gao Han's ears blushed: "Yeah, it looks good."
"As long as it looks good, go take a shower. You're all sweaty and stink."
Song Qingdai pinched her nose and went back to her room.
Gao Han sniffed it.
Does he stink?
Not really.
It is June now and it is not too hot. The college entrance examination is next month, so Song Qingdai feels relaxed instead.
The college entrance examination is not very important to her. She just wants a degree to avoid people saying that she is not worthy of the position.
Gao Han is excellent, so she naturally won't be at a disadvantage.
"Have you finished washing?" Song Qingdai had just gotten into bed when the man came out after washing.
The man seemed to take a shower very quickly. His hair was short and dried quickly. There were still some water droplets on his body that had not been wiped off, flowing down along his graceful muscle lines.
"Indigo."
He stepped forward and grabbed Song Qingdai's hand. She was startled and subconsciously tried to push him away: "What, what's wrong?"
"Why do you feel so hot? Do you have a fever?" Song Qingdai raised her hand to touch his face and forehead.
"Qingdai, not only my face is hot, but other parts of my body are hot too. I seem to be really sick."
He held Song Qingdai's hand and rubbed it gently against his face. The hot air he exhaled from his nose sprayed on Song Qingdai's palm, which was hot and a little itchy.
Even Song Qingdai's heart was burned, and she quickly wanted to take back her hand, her face flushed.
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