There are traces of her activities everywhere.
"Brother? Are you there?"
Song Yaoyao couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, she was disappointed and unwilling. At the same time, he became more determined.
Tonight, all you need is success, no failure!
She clenched her small fists, and suddenly her footsteps paused slightly.
Tilting his head and listening carefully, he seemed to hear something coming from the balcony.
She walked around the big bed and walked over lightly.
Open the sliding door, and the field of vision suddenly widens.
This is a closed balcony, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows rising from the ground, and one can see the scenery of the manor at a glance.
The man stretched his arms and leaned back on the soft sofa. The ink-stained black hair hangs down, and the crow's eyelashes are long and thin, like some kind of insect that has fallen into hibernation, resting on his eyelids.
The bridge of the nose is straight, and the thin lips are slightly parted.
It is a state of complete relaxation.
"Cha, cha, cha..."
The tiny sound of rubbing bare feet against the floor was very familiar. Huo Yunque's thin lips hooked slightly, and he did not open his eyes.
The figure gradually approached, and then limply got into his arms.
The nose is filled with the sweet fruity aroma brought by the shower gel, and the light peach flavor.
"Brother, are you drunk?"
"Well… "
Huo Yunque lowered his arms and put them around her instead, supporting her small body in his arms. The long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, appearing careless.
Song Yaoyao's eyes could not help but fall on the wall clock hanging on the balcony, the second hand was beating one by one.
In ten minutes more, the birthday will be over.
Her breathing was trembling, her lips were dry.
"Brother, brother..."
"Um?"
Huo Yunque noticed that she was wrong, and opened his eyes slightly, and what caught his eyes was a girl's pink jade-like face, so charming and charming. Like the crabapple flowers that are in full bloom, the sky is covered with brilliant colors, and a pair of watery eyes seem to be filled with tears, and the mist is clear.
"What's wrong? Cold?"
He bent down to pick up her little feet, and as soon as he started, he realized that it didn't feel right.
This time she was not barefoot, and where his palms touched were a few soft flesh pads.
The simulated touch is a bit like the pad of the cat raised by his mother when he came into contact with it when he was a child.
Obviously, it has been so long, I thought I had forgotten it, but after the first contact, I realized that it has been forever.
Never forgot.
Song Yaoyao seemed to have been shocked all over her body. Under Huo Yunque's gaze, her face became more and more red... more and more red...
Her back was stiff, as if a ruler had been placed on her back.
She half-kneeled in Huo Yunque's arms, her thick and curly eyelashes fluttering, she hardly dared to look at him.
Huo Yunque had no choice but to raise her chin, leaned closer and sniffed lightly, "Have you been drinking?"
Song Yaoyao bit her lip and glanced at the wall clock from time to time.
She was afraid that her heart would pop out of her mouth when she opened her mouth.
The nervousness made her palms sweat, and she felt extremely hot.
"Student Song Yaoyao," Huo Yunque squinted his eyes when he saw that her mouth was like a clamshell that couldn't be opened, her lips were bleeding from biting, "what do you want to do?"
The man was drunk a lot tonight, and he could barely stay sober.
But only so slightly—
His usually cold voice was stained with alcohol, and it became more mellow and magnetic.
More intoxicating than wine.
"Talk, huh?"
The man pinched her cheek.
"me… "
Song Yaoyao couldn't tell what Ai Ai was all about.
She was about to cry in a hurry, looking into the man's eyes helplessly, she suddenly made up her mind, took his big hand, and slowly moved it down...