> Gao Han's deep and magnetic voice was heard above her head, and she was pressed into his chest.
His chest was unexpectedly hard, with only a slight bit of elasticity. Song Qingdai could even feel some of the texture on his skin.
"Relax a little, I'm almost suffocating."
Song Qingdai's voice was muffled.
Gao Han's eyes paused, and his hands loosened a little, but he still held her in his arms. The fragrance of soap penetrated into her nostrils, and she could even hear the heartbeat beneath his chest.
Young and energetic, full of vigor.
It was something she had never experienced before.
The car body suddenly jolted violently, causing Song Qingdai to stagger and crash into his chest. Her soft lips gently brushed against his chest, bringing a bit of summer heat.
“…”
The lips were very soft, softer than a feather.
Gao Han's eyes were dark, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and some unknown emotion was beating in his obsidian eyes.
Song Qingdai's face quickly turned red.
"Look at that young couple. You can tell at a glance that they just got married not long ago. They are a perfect match, handsome man and beautiful woman."
The joking voices of the aunties in the carriage made Song Qingdai's face even hotter.
"Are you shy?"
"Stop talking." Song Qingdai was thin-skinned. Even though she had died once, she had never had such an experience.
Besides, she had never experienced any love in her previous life, let alone such intimate contact with a man.
Even with Zhang Shaoxing, this has never happened.
Because Zhang Shaoxing only knows how to torture her in various ways.
A soft, muffled laugh came from above her head, and Song Qingdai felt a little depressed.
"Okay, sit still. If you keep moving around, you'll get mad if I bump into someone else."
Gao Han's voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.
That soft touch brushed against his arm intentionally or unintentionally, and as the car body was shaking, some physical contact was inevitable.
Song Qingdai didn't want to either, but the bus was really uncomfortable.
I can only bear it for now.
Under the scorching sun, we walked through the difficult mud road, and all that was left was the flat concrete road. The tires kicked up dust, which choked our lungs and was very uncomfortable.
Song Qingdai slept particularly soundly. She was originally buried in his chest and arms, but somehow she fell asleep on his legs.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading---->>>
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
