The piano prelude sounded slowly.
The light also dimmed in harmony with the softness.
"A good night song for everyone."
Her voice is in good condition, and when she speaks in a low voice, she appears gentle and watery.
"Ah! Come on, school belle!"
"Song Jingwan, I love you!!"
As a school belle, Song Jingwan still has many crushes.
She smiled shyly when she heard the words, and slowly sang the lyrics.
The window blocks the intersection of moonlight and greed
Mirroring in function words
The busy figure slowly goes through the long night
to leave feelings in a hurry
…
How many people can talk freely and say good night
Amorous fantasies are easily separated
Affection is always in a dilemma
…
Song Yaoyao found her thermos, sat in the lounge and sipped water.
Song Jingwan's singing sounded outside.
She really likes this song, but unfortunately...
Song Jingwan didn't sing the feeling in this song, instead she had a feeling of pretending to be sad.
But for student performances, it is enough.
She shook her feet, and suddenly heard footsteps behind her.
Song Yaoyao turned her head, and the cold cedar breath came to her face in an instant.
She was pinched at the waist and pressed against the cabinet, her lips were gently held.
"Well... Brother..."
Song Yaoyao's body softened, from resisting to wrapping her arms around the man's waist, she raised her head to look at Huo Yunque.
The man who used to be cold and abstinent now has a tender look in his brows and eyes.
She stretched out her small hand, and climbed onto his shoulder while pinching Huo Yunque's earlobe restlessly with the other hand.
The delicate little girl was pressed against the cabinet, and the man's back was slightly arched, exuding a domineering and powerful aura from his whole body.
The girl who came in was startled when she saw this, she let out an "ah", and hurriedly pushed her out, covering her eyes.
oh my god!
Who is so bold to kiss here.
Moreover, judging from the figure of that man, he shouldn't be a student, right
Song Yaoyao was taken aback and grunted. Just as she was about to push him away, the man pinched his chin and pulled him back again.
When she was let go, Song Yaoyao's little face was flushed, and her eyes were watery, as if they were filled with tears. The eyelashes are wet and the lips are slightly swollen.
Huo Yunque smiled lowly, looked at her silly look, and wiped off the water stains on the corners of her lips with his fingers.
"Silly?"
A low, hoarse and satisfying laugh brought Song Yaoyao back to her senses.
She pouted, blushing and buried herself in the man's arms.
"Brother, why did you suddenly..."
And isn't he watching a show? How did you run to the back
Huo Yunque pinched her cheeks with his big palms, making her look up.
Seeing her pouting like a goldfish, her eyes darkened.
"What were you laughing at just now?"
Song Yaoyao was vague, and her saliva was about to flow out, "What, what... because I saw the pot... ah..."
At the end of the performance, I looked up and saw the person I wanted to see. Song Yaoyao jumped up on the stage on the spot without any surprises, it's already very face-saving, okay
"so?"
Huo Yunque withdrew his hand and clicked his tongue lightly. The little girl had delicate skin and tender flesh. When she pinched it lightly, her cheeks immediately turned red.
He flicked her forehead with his fingers, "Don't laugh like that in the future."
Those little boys are going to be driven crazy by her, does she know how attractive she is
"Why!"
Song Yaoyao puffed her cheeks, and the lotus flowers between her eyebrows bloomed layer upon layer, delicate and beautiful.
Huo Yunque raised his hand and ruthlessly wiped it off for her, his fingertips were stained with a blush.
"There is no reason."
"Hello!" Song Yaoyao was dissatisfied.
This flower tin was painted for her by Xu Yue herself! She didn't even bother to wipe it.