"Did brother come to see me specially?" Song Yaoyao bent her eyes, her voice was as sweet as if it was covered with honey, and the sweetness wafted out of her mouth as soon as she opened her mouth.
"no."
Huo Yunque pursed his lips, and patted her on the back with his big palm.
Song Yaoyao, who was not sleepy at first, smelled the fragrance emanating from the man, her eyelids drooped, her little head bit by bit, and a feeling of laziness and sleepiness began to permeate from her bones.
"lie!"
Song Yaoyao braced herself up, Jiaojiao yawned, her almond eyes parted a little, and there was a smug look between her brows and eyes.
"Then brother, how do you explain? Don't tell me you went to the wrong room? I'm not a kid anymore, don't believe me~"
She yawned and hummed.
"Well… "
Huo Yunque was amused, but his answer was vague.
He patted the girl's thin back with his big palms, and she buried her head in the socket of his neck, her curled eyelashes blinking from time to time, bringing an itchy feeling.
As if being scratched by a little milk cat, the face still looks like a noble and ascetic fairy, but the inside is like boiling oil, starting to boil.
"elder brother."
Song Yaoyao put her arms around his neck, once she felt relieved, sleepiness swept over her.
"Can you sleep with me tonight?" She said timidly, "I can't sleep if you leave."
As soon as he closed his eyes, there was an overwhelming blood color.
Song Yaoyao hates such a picture in her mind, but she has to be grateful for such a warning. At least, it brought Song Wenchuan back from hell.
The words of refusal stuck in his throat, and Huo Yunque lowered his eyes.
The little girl was light and light, sitting on his lap as if she had no weight. He only needed one arm to hold her in his arms, more than enough.
"Can't you?" Song Yaoyao was a little disappointed, and the drowsiness disappeared a lot.
She obediently climbed down from Huo Yunque's arms, with a listless expression, "Then brother, go back to rest early, good night, brother."
Tsk—
Huo Yunque was funny, the little girl changed her face as soon as she said it, just like a child.
He squinted and teased her deliberately, "Okay, good night. Then I'm leaving?"
As he said that, Huo Yunque stood up and wanted to leave, but he was not surprised to feel his sleeves being pulled tightly.
He looked over, with an uncontrollable smile in his melodious voice, "Didn't you say good night? This is another kid who doesn't talk too much and is holding me back, huh?"
Song Yaoyao huddled under the quilt, only revealing a pair of big black and white eyes.
Hearing this, she snorted, and said confidently: "Anyway, it's not me!"
Huo Yunque laughed suddenly, his low and hoarse voice echoed in the quiet bedroom.
Together with the sweet smell of girls in the room, it finally turned into a particularly alluring and pampering atmosphere.
He sat back again, stretched out his long arms, wrapped Song Yaoyao together with the quilt, and put them on his lap.
The big hand patted her on the back lightly, "Make an exception and go to sleep."
Hearing his order, Song Yaoyao couldn't help but curl up her lips, like a little fox who has successfully sneaked. She nodded obediently and stopped making trouble.
"Good night brother~"
This time it's really good night.
After tossing all day, Song Yaoyao was already sleepy. In the dream, there is a majestic snow-capped mountain, where the sight can be seen, the wind and snow are awe-inspiring, and the snow-covered mountains are plain.
She complained in her dream: It's so cold.
Almost instantly, the winter snow melted, and tender seedlings protruded from the dark ground. Song Yaoyao watched those tender seedlings sprout and grow.
In an instant, there were a lot of flowers and green grass all around.
It's like a fairyland.
Then, the snow mountain melted, and the water turned out to be hot. Song Yaoyao was washed into a huge hot spring pool. In the mist, a tall figure sat...