Song Yaoyao was shocked, that piece of skin was like a red-hot iron sheet, and she quickly bounced away from the heat.
But soon, her hand was pulled back again.
Pasted on the man's abs—
"Brother..." Song Yaoyao blinked lightly, and the dark pupils were moist and shining.
Under the lamp, the man's leaden-grey pupils were deep, like a deep pool that could suck people in. Just one glance can make people surrender, and no thought of resistance can arise.
certainly-
It may also be that you don't want to resist at all.
The picture that was dreamed of day and night has now become a reality.
The skin under the hands is smooth and tight, and it feels great!
After passing the test in her heart, Song Yaoyao was a little reluctant to move away.
"Is it easy to touch? Huh?"
Song Yaoyao moved to Huo Yunque's side, nodding her head obediently, "It's easy to touch."
"Is it their abs that feel better, or mine?"
"Brother's—"
After finishing speaking, Song Yaoyao suddenly felt something was wrong.
It's a pity that in the next second, her hands were clamped and raised above her head, and a strong sense of oppression came.
"Have you ever touched someone else's?" His tone was light and cold.
It seems that as long as Song Yaoyao dares to nod her head, she will die on this bed tonight.
"No no no no! I don't!"
Song Yaoyao hurriedly clarified, fearing that it would be too late if it was a second late.
She arched her head flatteringly, and with difficulty raised her little head to peck his thin lips, um—I couldn't kiss him!
Song Yaoyao fell back in embarrassment.
"I only touched yours! I swear!" Song Yaoyao pretended to cry, "If I lie, I'll let my brother deal with it!"
Her eyes are extremely beautiful, as if there are endless stars carved into them. With a turn of the eyes, there is an endless glow shining.
As long as she wanted to, no one could bear to be angry with her.
Huo Yunque caressed her eyes, his expression didn't change much, "It's these eyes, I saw a lot of dirty things today."
He looked so calm, even his breathing was regular. If the eyes could be turned into a net, then Song Yaoyao was definitely bound in it.
Song Yaoyao's mind went blank, and the man in front of her looked so terrifying.
In front of her, he has always been patient and gentle, making people almost forget his identity.
He is Mr. Huo who can cause national economic turmoil by stomping his feet—
He killed decisively and had great power.
In the past, Song Yaoyao would always be attracted by his appearance, and never saw him in his bones—
And now, Song Yaoyao saw it.
"Brother... don't be angry..."
Song Yaoyao's hands were sore, her eyes were slightly red, and she raised her eyes timidly.
"Well, don't be angry."
Her fear brought Huo Yunque back to his senses, he let go of his hand suddenly, and gently stroked Song Yaoyao's small face while she was absent-minded.
In the low and soft voice, there was ferocity like a beast.
"Your eyes are dirty, let me wash them for you, okay?"
Song Yaoyao opened her small mouth in confusion.
The next moment, she blushed completely, her mind went blank, only her eyes reflected the man's beautiful face.
The coldness faded away, and desire dotted his eyes.
The moon hides in the clouds.
When everything was over, Song Yaoyao realized again.
Brother not only has a gentle side, but another side of him is actually very bad.
She lay limp in the big soft bed, sobbing and crying, and the teardrops slapped away like broken threads.
"Brother is bad!"
As soon as he made a sound, he realized that his voice was broken, like a broken oriole.