Originally, these should not have stayed for such a long time, but who told the little girl that her skin is fair, and it seems that water can be squeezed out just by pinching it a little
"Whoosh—"
Song Yaoyao hurriedly turned her head, took a few deep breaths, quickly put on her shirt, and changed her clothes.
It wasn't until those red marks were completely covered up that Song Yaoyao let out a long breath.
She clenched her small fist and held it back for a long time, but she still couldn't hold it back.
"asshole!"
…
"Still angry? Huh?"
Huo Yunque did exactly what he agreed to set aside a day for a date with Song Yaoyao. The phone was turned off, and he was only with Song Yaoyao all day long.
Coming out of the daily food room, Song Yaoyao walked forward sullenly.
The little hand was held suddenly, she pursed her lips and shook it, but did not shake it away.
"Let me guess what the anger is, about last night?"
"You are not allowed to say!"
Song Yaoyao blushed, and jumped up quickly, wanting to cover Huo Yunque's mouth.
It's a pity that she was petite, like a child in front of Huo Yunque, instead of covering Huo Yunque's mouth, she jumped into his arms.
"Well, throw yourself into your arms?" Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows.
"I don't have it!" Song Yaoyao pushed him dully, but didn't push.
The man put his arms around her, "But you obviously... um..."
Huo Yunque snorted, a look of pain flashed across his eyes.
Song Yaoyao's eyelashes trembled, she quickly withdrew her wicked little hand, and complained guiltily, "You provoked me first!"
"Okay, then Mr. Huo is at your disposal tonight—" He pinched the back of the little girl's neck with his fingers, and asked in a low voice, "In this way, will you calm down? Huh?"
"I-"
Thinking of the man's jaw-dropping beauty last night, Song Yaoyao licked her lips, and she curled her lips, "I don't care about it!"
The round and fair earlobes were quietly turning red.
Huo Yunque took everything in before his eyes, "So I'm so unattractive to you?"
It was obviously still that cold and deep, pleasant voice, but Song Yaoyao could hear a bit of aggrieved feeling from his tone.
Her heart was hit.
She wanted to coax but was embarrassed, she turned her face away, "Then—then I will reluctantly agree to you!"
"Oh, barely."
The hand holding her was released, and the man pulled her forward.
Unable to see his expression clearly, Song Yaoyao felt flustered.
Are her words too heavy? Is he hurt
Song Yaoyao was so distressed, she began to reflect on herself, could it be that I was really going too far? Actually... She wasn't angry, she just couldn't save face.
After all, Song Yaoyao felt that it was Huo Yunque who was serving her when it was said that it was punishment.
That kind of feeling of stepping on the clouds, lightly floating in the brain, leaving only joy.
While making her feel strange, she can't help but think about it.
It took a long time to organize some broken pictures.
After thinking and thinking, Song Yaoyao looked at the man's 'lonely' back, and just wanted to slap herself twice.
well…
I'm nothing!
Brother is so good, I'm still hurting him!
"Brother, brother..."
Song Yaoyao yelled softly, ran to Huo Yunque with small steps, glanced at Huo Yunque's waist with slick eyes, and asked eagerly, "Brother, does it hurt?"
Huo Yunque didn't even lower his eyelids, and said lightly: "It hurts, my heart hurts."
Song Yaoyao slapped herself ten times in the heart.
"Then... Shall I rub it for you?"
The corners of Huo Yunque's lips curled up in a subtle way, and he calmly met her eyes, "You say it's reluctant."