"Won't."
"That's good."
The night breeze is blowing, and I don’t know when this autumn heat will end.
It was hot and humid at night, and the fan was whirring, bringing gusts of cool breeze, which relieved a lot of the dryness.
"Ah Han." The girl looked at him with her watery eyes, shining brightly.
Gao Han looked up and their eyes met.
"What's wrong?"
"Does your shoulder hurt?"
The man stared at Song Qingdai's slightly worried face with a dark look in his eyes, and his brows suddenly frowned.
"It seems to be a little painful, Qingdai, can you help me check if it's swollen?"
He sat down and showed his broad back to Song Qingdai.
The man's back is very beautiful, with distinct grooves and smooth texture lines.
He went over to protect Song Qingdai today, and the brick that Song Yuanshan threw hit Gao Han's shoulder. She saw that the brick was broken.
Fortunately it hit the shoulder. If it hit the head, Song Qingdai couldn't even think about it, she would definitely have a bloody head.
Her slender fingers fell on the man's bronze back. His back muscles were thick and healthy, and every part of them looked like a masterpiece carefully carved by God.
She gently stroked the place where he was hit with her fingers. There was not much redness or swelling, but there was a bruise left.
From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever protected her like this except her mother.
He was obviously her father, but for a little bit of profit, he would say all kinds of vicious words to her and even beat her, without any regard for the father-daughter relationship.
And the man in front of him, they had only known each other for a short period of two months.
But he seemed to want to put his whole heart in front of her so that she could see his passion and protection for her.
Since the two got married, Gao Han has never concealed his preference for Song Qingdai.
If you love, say it; if you don’t, shut up.
If you have a lot of love but always keep it in your heart, then no matter how strong the love is, it will seem worthless.
"Don't you have some bruise oil at home? I'll go get some and rub it on you."
Song Qingdai turned around to look for some traumatic oil, but her wrist was grabbed by someone.
"It's just a minor injury. Just blow on it and it will heal."
"Just blow it and it will be fine?" Song Qingdai asked doubtfully.
Gao Han stared at her intently, his expression even more focused, without the slightest intention of deceiving or tricking her. Instead, he nodded seriously and said, "Well, if you don't believe me, try it."
Song Qingdai smiled and went over to blow it.
"Does it still hurt now?"
Gao Han's eyes were filled with ridicule: "Yeah, it still hurts, it hurts a lot, blow on it again."
“……” You can’t lie to someone like this. You treat her like a three-year-old child.
"Then I think you should continue to feel the pain." Song Qingdai poked him on the shoulder without using much strength.
Gao Han took a breath, a muffled groan escaped from his throat, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
"Qingdai, it hurts..."
Song Qingdai blinked twice: "I, I didn't use any strength!"
She quickly moved closer, perhaps wanting to see if he was really in pain or just pretending.
The man was quick-witted and immediately put his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms.
His head was buried deeply in her chest. His beard had grown a little longer, prickling her fair and smooth skin, making her feel prickly and itchy. Song Qingdai subconsciously struggled and resisted, pushing him away with her hands.
"You bastard, you lied to me again!"
"No, it really hurts. When the brick hit me, I felt my shoulder was going to break. I guess it's because I've been training a lot these days."
He found a suitable excuse for himself.
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