The smile in his eyes deepened, and he touched her tender cheek with his fingers, and there was a slight smile in his hoarse voice, which echoed in Song Yaoyao's ears, "You have to get used to it sooner or later, don't you? After all, you are My little girlfriend—”
From the day of the Christmas confession, the relationship between the two will no longer be pure.
From treating her as a child to treating her as—
woman.
hum—
Song Yaoyao's face was bloodshot in an instant, and she got into the quilt, only the top of her dark hair was exposed.
She even curled up her toes shyly, and the voice from under the quilt was shy but serious, muffled: "Hmm! I'll try to get used to it!"
"Cough..."
Huo Yunque couldn't help laughing, he shook his head, and reached out to pat the bulging silkworm baby.
"I'm going to take a shower, remember to come out to breathe," he took off his coat, and walked towards the bathroom while unbuttoning it.
There was a burning gaze behind him.
He seemed to be aware of it, raised his eyebrows and turned his head when Song Yaoyao was caught off guard.
really-
The little girl revealed a pair of swarthy eyes, staring intently at his back.
The little thoughts in those eyes were almost overflowing.
Huo Yunque leaned on his forehead and sighed softly, then nodded at her vainly, "Also, no peeking is allowed."
He really didn't want to do anything to the little girl right now, she looked too delicate and too young.
wait a little longer—
But right now, it seems that the question is not whether he can wait or not, but what the little girl is thinking about in her own little head for a day or two...
It seemed that even if she was prevented from reading those unnutritious novels, nothing would change.
For a while, Huo Yunque even had self-doubt.
So, does he still insist on restricting the little girl's internet
The frosted glass door of the laundry room was quickly closed, and Song Yaoyao felt her neck stretched a few centimeters, but she still couldn't see anything.
She wrinkled her nose, buried her head in the quilt, and took a deep breath.
Muttering, "I didn't want to peek... eh..."
The voice is getting smaller and smaller, more and more guilty.
A cold, pine-snow-like smell surrounded her.
The impetuous emotions gradually dissipated strangely.
It was only then that she remembered the little powder she had swept on the bedside table when she came in earlier.
Song Yaoyao got up, and eagerly fished for it. It was a thin book with a Q version of couples drawn on it.
The title of the book is "Teaching You How to Pleasure Your Girlfriend"
"Puff cough cough cough..."
Song Yaoyao almost thought that her eyes were dazzled. Whether the decoration style of this bedroom is good, the color of sheets and quilts that Huo Yunque likes to use, or the color of the curtains, they are all so simple that they can no longer be simply black, white and grey.
Or a darker navy blue, etc., which looks very calm and solemn at first glance.
Also with a little depression.
And this book, appearing here out of time, is more than out of time! It was as if Song Yaoyao was dreaming.
She flipped through the manual like a thief, there were traces of flipping through the margins of the manual, and there were even annotations in some places.
Song Yaoyao: "!!!"
#Remember what your girlfriend likes to eat. Most girls like to eat sweets. Of course, they may also like to eat sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. The taste you like depends on the mood of the day.
Note: For sweets, I like strawberry flavor the most. It will cause tooth decay, so don't eat too much
#Girls are creatures that need to be praised, try to praise her beautiful every day, maybe there will be unexpected gains~
focus
#Don't hit your girlfriend! Don't say your girlfriend is fat! Always tell her: You are beautiful, don't lose weight!
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