Chapter Forty-Eight: Thank You

Xia Han suddenly felt that someone behind him was looking at him, turned his head, and looked at Zuoqiu with a deep gaze. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info face flushed with a faint flush, and hurriedly turned around.

Xia Han screamed bitterly in his heart and sighed. But he still got up without changing his face, walked to the billiard table, and posed.

It's like the training that fell a few days ago.

It's like losing weight!

Seeing Xia Han gritting his teeth, he still insisted. Zuoqiu smiled faintly, the toughness is not small, although the technique is a little worse, but the perseverance is still good.

Half an hour later......

"Alright, let's get here today."

Finally hearing the command of the end, Xia Han cheered, threw away the club, and ran back to the room in a hurry. Her whole body was straining, and her clothes were already soaked with sweat.

Even though Zuoqiu was always there during the training process, she didn't want to stay in front of Zuoqiu for a second longer, sweating profusely.

Soaking comfortably in the bathtub, the hot water enveloped Xia Han's plump body. The massage hole on the wall of the bathtub is constantly spraying water, hitting the body with moderate force, which is very comfortable.

"This Zuoqiu will really enjoy ......"

Xia Han closed his eyes comfortably and slowly recalled the bits and pieces of training just now.

If Zuoqiu had never trained others, especially girls, how could he know so much about the physical limits of girls?

Every time, whenever Xia Han couldn't hold on, Zuoqiu still encouraged her to hold on a little longer. Because only when the muscles are stretched to a certain extent, can the movements be well standardized. Only when you get out of the ball can you be stable.

So long...... I didn't seem to say thank you to Zuoqiu. Now think about it, if it weren't for his appearance in Hongta Village, he might ......

Recalling Zheng Hua's greasy and ugly face and his despicable behavior, everything that happened that night is still vivid. Xia Han frowned unconsciously.

Zuoqiu saved her, but she didn't even say thank you.

Xia Han suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the mirror across the wall in a daze. I also realized it later!

Quickly washed up, grabbed a random bathrobe, and climbed out of the bathtub.

Xia Han walked out of the door lightly and saw that the light in the spiral staircase corridor was on, but there was no one in the living room. Has Zuoqiu been rested?

Probably not......

Xia Han walked lightly to Zuoqiu's study, and the door was really open.

Zuoqiu is sitting at his desk, using a computer to process the company's documents. At hand was Xia Han's messy painting tools.

A huge desk, neat and tidy on the one hand, messy on the other......

Zuoqiu heard movement, raised his head, and saw Xia Han standing at the door. Since he moved all Xia Han's things to the study, Zuoqiu no longer always closes the door of the study.

"Why don't you wear shoes?"

Zuoqiu looked all the way, but found that Xia Han was standing barefoot at the door?

"Huh? Oh...... Forgot about ......"

I was worried that Zuoqiu would rest just now, so I hurriedly ran out and forgot to wear slippers.

Obviously, Zuoqiu was not satisfied with this answer, frowned slightly, got up and walked over, and picked Xia Han up by the waist.

"Running around barefoot, not afraid of catching a cold!"

"There's underfloor heating."

Xia Han shrunk in Zuoqiu's arms, as petite as a doll. The hair that has just been bathed is still a little wet, and in a trance, it exudes a faint fragrance. Zuoqiu's arm suddenly tightened.

"Zuoqiu, thank you."

"Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for saving me that day in Hongta Village, thank you for getting me out of the boring hospital, thank you for letting me stay here and take care of my ......"