She bent her eyelids, bright and sweet, like a cat napping in the sun.
limp.
The corners of Huo Yunque's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes were dark.
"I'm a little hungry."
"Ah...then let's go!"
Just as Song Yaoyao was about to get up, her wrist was grabbed, and she fell into the man's broad and hard chest again.
"Hmm... Brother?" She blinked, and met the man's eyes that gradually became darker. It seemed that there was a ferocious beast hiding in the abyss. Looking at her eyes, it seemed as if it wanted to swallow her whole.
The silent tension and charming atmosphere flowed in the room.
Song Yaoyao curled her fingers, blushed slightly, and whispered, "Brother, let's eat first... ah!"
Before the words fell, the body suddenly turned over.
She looked up and saw the handsome and gentle face of the man and the small crystal chandelier above his head.
The low and hoarse voice was particularly bewitching, and it rang softly in the ears, gentle and lingering.
"Thank you for the reminder, so now, Mr. Huo is going to start 'dining'—"
Song Yaoyao's heartbeat missed half a beat in an instant.
…
In the dream, Song Yaoyao turned into a fish, which was still thrown into the pot for cooking.
Turn it over and over, fry one side and fry the other side, and continue.
In such restlessness, she felt that if she continued frying, the fish would be ruined.
Waking up from the dream, it was already afternoon, and the daylight shifted.
Song Yaoyao grunted, and saw the energetic man sitting beside him reading a book. Gritting his little silver teeth angrily, he just felt that God was really unfair!
Why is she as tired as a dead dog, but he seems to have taken Shiquan Dabu pills
The calf was kicked, but it didn't hurt.
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and looked through the lens with a smile.
"woke up?"
"snort!"
Song Yaoyao curled her lips and twisted her face, indicating that she didn't want to talk to him.
"Ah… "
A low laugh came from behind, and immediately after, she was scooped up and vacated.
The man carried her to the bathroom.
"Why are you angry? Obviously you are also very... um..."
With his mouth covered, he looked at the mirror with eyes that couldn't hide his smile, and used his eyes to paint her eyebrows through the air.
The eyebrows are delicate and thick, the nose is straight, and the tip of the nose is slightly red. The lips are plump and plump, as if they have been coated with a good lip glaze, with their own watery luster. A pair of the most beautiful pupils with their tails upturned, and there seems to be a soft wave hidden in the jet-black eyes, pure and lustful, alluring and invisible.
Song Yaoyao stared at him, "Don't talk!"
Huo Yunque laughed hoarsely.
That laughter is sexy and sweet, making people blush and heartbeat more than talking. The pinnae of the ear felt numb, as if there was an electric current, Song Yaoyao puffed up her cheeks, "Don't even laugh!"
Delicate and domineering.
Huo Yunque pinched her cheeks, "Open your mouth."
"Well… "
The taste of strawberry-flavored toothpaste pervades the mouth, and the electric toothbrush vibrates slightly.
She squinted her eyes and held the toothbrush, staring blankly in the mirror.
The man stood behind her, combing her long, smooth, black hair with a comb. Eyelids drooping slightly, his expression serious.
Song Yaoyao's eyes fell on his black shirt, and found that Huo Yunque was especially suitable for black.
certainly-
In her impression, Huo Yunque didn't seem to have any inappropriate clothes. Even the long gown he wore when we first met him didn't feel at all inconsistent with him. Some people dressed as if they were talking about cross talk, and some looked like they were going to walk a bird.
He was the only one who forcibly wore a kind of elegance and grace, like a character walking out of a picture scroll.