Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and watched her move calmly.
His hand eventually landed on the strap of her bathrobe around her waist.
The little girl was holding his cold hand, trembling slightly, obviously nervous.
As she moved, she quietly observed the man's reaction.
But he found that his expression was calm, and even his breathing was regular.
This discovery made her a little disappointed in her heart. When she saw his reaction, her already tense emotions burst like a crumbling dam in an instant.
Tears welled up all of a sudden, eyelashes trembled, and the tears fell down like broken beads.
Drop by drop hit the back of the man's hand, splashing fine water.
Huo Yunque sighed softly, he shook his head, helplessly and dotingly wiped away her tears with his fingers.
"Why are you crying?"
"Woo... I... hiccup!"
Song Yaoyao hiccupped from crying, her upturned nose was flushed from crying, and her eyelashes were wet.
Poor look.
Huo Yunque was sobered up by the wine she was crying, with a look of distress in his eyes, he hugged her into his arms and patted her on the back gently, as if he was coaxing a child.
The little girl nestled in his arms, no matter how much he coaxed her, she couldn't stop crying.
"Stop crying, eh?"
"Woo woo woo..."
Song Yaoyao was sobbing, her voice was hoarse, like a sick cat, her little face was flushed from crying.
But she was crying, not crying loudly. It was a low, choked sob, with a nasal sound, and hiccups from time to time. Delicate and soft, the hearts of those who cry are about to melt.
Huo Yunque took the blanket next to her and wrapped her around her, and lowered his head to her forehead, the two of them got very close.
"Don't cry, I'll give you whatever you want, okay?"
Song Yaoyao's eye circles were red, and her wet eyelashes streaked across the bridge of the man's nose, "Really, really?"
"yes-"
Huo Yunque couldn't help but laugh, spoiled and helpless.
The voice is low and seductive, "As long as you don't cry, I will give you everything you want, and I will give you my life, do you want it?"
Song Yaoyao choked, her voice was soft and nasal, "I want..."
"Ah… "
Huo Yunque shook his head and laughed, a hoarse smile overflowing from his thin lips.
Song Yaoyao blushed and cried for a while, and her whole body improved a lot.
She sat up slightly, held the man's hand firmly, and pulled off the strap of the bathrobe.
The bathrobe opens to the sides—
The thin skirt inside was exposed, made of white gauze, covering the body hazily, as if covered with a layer of bright moonlight.
The collar and skirt are pink, and the buttons are pearls.
Huo Yunque was slightly startled, then his face darkened, and he reached out to grab his nightgown.
"Where did the clothes come from?"
Song Yaoyao didn't dare to look him in the eyes, twisted and refused to let him get what he wanted, and took off the bathrobe entirely after struggling. When she got angry, she immediately grabbed it and threw it away.
Huo Yunque looked at the pink nightgown hanging on the screen a few meters away.
I just think that sooner or later, he will die at the hands of this girl.
His eyebrows were lowered, and displeasure was already evident in his voice, "Song Yaoyao, put on your clothes."
"I do not want!"
Tears welled up in Song Yaoyao's eyes, she stubbornly sullenly let the tears swirl in her eyes.
She was already shy, and it took almost all her courage to do this kind of thing.
But look, what was his reaction
"Song Yaoyao!"
Huo Yunque's voice was deep and cold, he wrapped a blanket tightly around her petite body, and warned: "I'll say it again, go and change your clothes."
Song Yaoyao was already afraid of him, but when he became serious, Song Yaoyao shrank in fright.