"Well... Brother..."
The huge bed bounced, shaking Song Yaoyao's head in a daze. She sat up all of a sudden, but let her head hit Huo Yunque's hard chest, and was pushed back into the big white bed again.
Song Yaoyao blinked, her little face flushed, and she asked in surprise, "Brother, did you come to see me?"
"No-"
The man held her hands with one hand and pressed them to the top of his head.
The thin lips parted slightly, "I'm here to catch some disobedient little thing and bring it home."
"Hey! How can I be disobedient!"
Song Yaoyao twisted her body like a caterpillar, extremely restless.
"Oh?" Huo Yunque's eyes dimmed, "Where's the phone? Do you want to see how many calls you've rejected these days, huh?"
"I… "
Song Yaoyao said awkwardly, "I forgot..."
She has been like a sponge absorbing water recently, absorbing knowledge crazily. She hasn't used the phone for several days since it was thrown into the bedside table the first day.
Only after Huo Yunque said this did she realize that she was wrong.
His big eyes flickered, and he twisted his body with guilt, not daring to look at Huo Yunque.
suddenly-
Song Yaoyao felt something strange.
There was a buzzing in her head, and her cheeks were even more red and dripping blood. She whispered with her lips: "Brother, can you get up a little bit?"
"Um?"
The man smiled, his eyes darkened.
"continue."
Song Yaoyao could feel the horror, but the man's breathing was extremely regular and steady.
Even seemed calm.
Song Yaoyao: "Brother..."
"Ah."
Huo Yunque smiled lowly, leaned over slightly, "Since you don't continue, then I'll take it—"
"wait for me-"
All the words were swallowed back.
Everything that followed made Song Yaoyao feel that her will was completely swallowed up. Undulating in the deep sea, surrounded by turbulent waves, but she stretched out her hand, but only caught a piece of air.
…
When I woke up again, it was already dawn.
After changing into dry and soft pajamas, Song Yaoyao raised her eyelids sleepily, and a handsome face came up.
The man put down the book and picked her up from the bed.
His voice was low and hoarse, with a slight nasal sound that had just woken up.
"Um... brother?"
Song Yaoyao knocked on her head, and it took a long time to react, she was startled: "Brother, how could you—"
She remembered what the man did to her last night, and she blushed with embarrassment.
She licked her lips, forced herself to calm down, and asked, "Brother, why did you come? Could it be... Is it really because of me?"
The girl's eyes lit up, she tilted her little head up, a dull hair raised on the top of her black and soft head, she looked extremely cute and soft.
It looks like a small white and tender glutinous rice ball, and the filling is peach-flavored.
The man reached out and picked up the notebook next to him, and continued to flip through it. The other hand looped lazily around Song Yaoyao, and the slender fingers casually played around her wisp of black.
"The book says that after a woman gets it, she won't cherish it anymore. Song Yaoyao, do you need to reflect on yourself?"
"cough-"
Song Yaoyao choked on her own saliva and coughed a few times, only to realize that Huo Yunque was reading the script she had been revising these days.
She clutched his nightgown, and quickly coaxed softly: "Repent! I must reflect deeply! I will review myself, and I will never do it again next time!"
"And next time?"
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows indifferently, his voice was low and his aura was fully open.
Song Yaoyao shrank her head, and immediately shook her head, "No, no, there will be no next time!"