"Yoyao? Are you okay?" Song Jingwan looked at Song Yaoyao's beautiful and refined face, and jealousy quickly flashed in her eyes. She held Song Yaoyao's hand and asked softly.
Song Yaoyao caught the light in Song Jingwan's eyes, and she hooked her lower lip imperceptibly. But soon, her expression changed, and she grabbed Song Jingwan's hand with her backhand, refusing to let go.
Tears dimly whispered: "I'm not good, I'm dying of cold, sister, can you accompany me to change clothes?"
The tip of her nose was red, her eyes were misty and she begged softly.
Song Jingwan could feel that more and more scrutiny fell on her. She smiled, and gently pinned Song Yaoyao's broken hair behind her ears, "Of course, if you don't tell me, I won't worry about you going back alone!"
As she said that, she helped Song Yaoyao up, turned around and apologized to everyone: "Sorry, let's stop here tonight? What happened to Yaoyao, I have to go back to accompany her."
As the most valued daughter of the Song family, Song Jingwan is a top socialite in Fengcheng, and everyone should give her some face.
This party ended with Song Yaoyao falling into the water.
The figures of the two sisters gradually faded away, and the admiration of others could still be heard.
"Miss Song has such a good personality, she is beautiful and gentle!"
"It's also good for her sister, but it's a pity that Song Yaoyao is not a good person."
"That's right, it's clear that Jing Wan and Huo Shao are a match made in heaven!"
Amidst all the compliments, someone snorted "hypocrisy", turned around and walked away.
…
back to the room.
Song Yaoyao stood in front of the mirror after taking a shower, bent her eyes at the person in the mirror, smiled and said to the outside: "Sister, I forgot to bring my clothes in, can you help me?"
It's no different from Song Yaoyao in the past, trusting her sister that much.
But what did her sister do
Song Jingwan frowned impatiently, but she was still patient, she randomly found a piece of clothing from the closet and walked into the bathroom.
Unexpectedly, looking around in the bathroom, there was no sign of Song Yaoyao at all. She was taken aback, "Yoyao?"
Song Yaoyao, who was standing behind her at some point, replied sweetly, "Yeah, I'm here."
After finishing speaking, he suddenly made a move, grabbed Song Jingwan's long hair fiercely, and pushed her head into the bathtub that had already been filled with water—
"Hmm! Woohoo, help, help, uh-"
Song Jingwan was caught off guard, and the water flowed into her mouth and nose. She began to struggle violently, but the hand holding her hair was extremely strong, as if it wanted to tear off her scalp!
The breath was deprived bit by bit, and the suffocation made Song Jingwan more and more desperate.
She desperately wanted to grab Song Yaoyao's hand, but she couldn't catch anything.
At the moment when she was about to fall into a coma, the person who grabbed her hair seemed to finally give her a high hand, willing to let her live, and pulled her head out of the bathtub.
"call-"
Song Jingwan's pupils were dilated, and she only had time to take a breath of air, before she could recover, she was pushed into the bathtub again.
Once, twice, three times...
The person behind him looks like a devil, with a smile on his charming and bright face and deep dimples. Just lowering her brows and eyes casually, watching Song Jingwan desperately hovering on the edge of life and death.
The curly eyelashes cast an arc on the lower eyelid. She looks more and more exquisite, like a doll in a window.
"Sister, is it fun? Huh?" Song Yaoyao tilted her head, pulled Song Jingwan out, and asked softly with a smile.