Gloria held her head and closed her eyes.

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After leaving the prison cell of the humble house, Song Haoran returned to the ground and was about to rush to the dining room.

He was in a good mood, whistling, and at the same time looking at the palm of his left hand... After the wound came out, there was no longer bleeding, there was only one wound, and it looked like it had just healed.

Song Haoran gently scratched the wound in the palm of his hand with his fingers. The healing speed was beyond his imagination... Song Haoran whistled again and said to himself: "Extraordinary..."

"Young Master!"

At this time, a servant from a humble abode walked towards him. He was very young, about twenty years old, and his appearance was pretty good.

Song Haoran narrowed his eyes, nodded, and said: "Oh, did anyone say that you are particularly cute today."

"Disgusting!" The maid who knew the young man's character very well immediately rolled her eyes at Song Haoran and left.

Of course, Young Master Song quit. He quickly slapped the maid's buttocks with his palm, and after a while of rolling his eyes, he satisfactorily twirled Gloria's necklace with his fingers and walked out of the corridor.

"Oh, what a coincidence, little Luoqiu!"

To Song Haoran's surprise, he didn't walk long before he met Luo Qiu, and Gan Hong, who was basically inseparable from Luo Qiu during this period.

"I just changed my clothes and am going to the dining room." Luo Qiu nodded, glanced at Song Haoran, and suddenly said: "You seem to be in a good mood, as bright as the sun."

"Sun?" Song Haoran was startled. He raised his head subconsciously and saw the sunset, "I prefer sunset... Oh, talking about sunset, I suddenly remembered an adventure story. Come on, do you want to listen to it?"

"

Song Haoran directly put his arm on Luo Qiu's shoulder, then looked back at Gan Hong: "I'll lend it to you... Young Master, do you mind if you use it for a while?"

Gan Hong sighed helplessly, "Please do it."

"What kind of story?" Luo Qiu asked casually, solving a problem.

Song Haoran smiled and said: "It's a story about a snow mountain adventure. It starts at sunset. I'll tell you..."

Gan Hong shook her head. She just couldn't figure it out. The young master really liked telling women about his adventures, but he would rarely target men.

Why do you like telling stories to Master Qiu so much?
Chapter completed!