Song Yaoyao was violently attacked by the beauty, and her mind went blank.
suddenly-
A sore on the lip.
Song Yaoyao sobbed, her waist was grasped by a pair of big hands, and she was lifted up and placed on the railing.
Gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night, and the wind kissed the back of Song Yaoyao's neck. She was so frightened that she quickly wrapped her arms around Huo Yunque's neck, "Brother—"
"Well, I'm here."
The man's hoarse voice, as well as the stimulation brought by his back hanging in the air, made Song Yaoyao shudder slightly.
Through the fabric, Song Yaoyao could feel the hot temperature of the man's body, as well as the faint smell of cedar emanating from him.
Song Yaoyao's heart beat fast.
Huo Yunque glanced slightly sideways, and during the moment of silence after the fireworks resounded, he clearly heard the sound of the little girl's heart pounding.
His pale lips slowly curled up, and he hung his head next to her ear, "Student Song Yaoyao, Mr. Huo also needs to care."
The man's voice was like wine, even a bit deceptive.
"Why, why do you care about..."
Song Yaoyao murmured, and the man's powerful palms gently caressed her back, calming those slight fears.
"Different from others—"
Before Song Yaoyao could react, she had already fallen into a warm embrace.
The man carried her and walked into the room.
The generous chest covered the noise outside the window.
Song Yaoyao finally realized what—
The body fell into the big bed, and the man knelt and half knelt on the edge of the bed, bending slightly.
"Want to see a picture of me without clothes on?"
Song Yaoyao's breath stagnates: "..."
Her eyes flickered, she grabbed the quilt and dared not make a sound.
"It's ready-made, do you want to see it?"
Song Yaoyao looked at the man's hand, with well-proportioned bones and slender fingers. No matter what it is doing, it gives people a sense of luxury, elegance and pleasing to the eye.
His hands landed on the top of his shirt, one, two, three…
Song Yaoyao's ears were dripping red, she raised her head pretending to be calm, and her eyes fell on the slightly swaying Adam's apple.
Restless factors surged in the bedroom.
Her eyes were fixed, and Huo Yunque laughed when she saw it.
"Want to see? Does that brother look good?"
Song Yaoyao's breath choked, her eyes wandered, drifting back and forth, but she didn't dare to look at Huo Yunque.
worse—
My brother is drinking again tonight!
She licked her lips, "It's, it's okay..."
"Well?"
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, "So it's just okay, classmate Song, you have high eyesight." His ending sound was slightly elongated, and his eyes showed a bit of playfulness.
Caught off guard by Song Yaoyao, she suddenly leaned over—
Song Yaoyao was in the fog, and heard that melodious voice like a piano, which was low and hoarse.
"I see how charming Yaoyao is, but I think Yaoyao should be like this when she sees me."
…
Before going to bed, Song Yaoyao curled her fingers weakly, thinking: What kind of nonsense sentence is this.
The brother who drank alcohol is too unscrupulous!
Compared to other people's bustle, the Song family seemed much quieter.
Song Jingwan was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, while Zhou Manli was talking on the phone with her little sister.
The entire villa was quiet, except for the faint sound of fireworks going off from nowhere.
Ding-
Song Jingwan rolled her eyes and lowered her head to open the phone.
Yaoyao: [Jing Wan, you are not kind! Is this going to enter the entertainment industry? Uncle and aunt agreed? She was the heroine when she debuted, congratulations!]
Song Jingwan was stunned: [What do you mean?]
Yaoyao: [Are you still hiding it from me? Official announcement on Weibo! It's clearly your photo!]