She was so fascinated by watching that Song Yaoyao didn't even hear the footsteps behind her.
"I haven't seen these photos for a long time."
Song Yaoyao was startled, and when she turned her head to see Huo Yunque, she reflexively wanted to close the album, for fear that Huo Yunque would miss others when he saw things.
She felt that everyone in this family should love Mrs. Shu very much.
"Cover what?"
Huo Yunque sat down beside her, took a photo album and slowly flipped through it.
Song Yaoyao sat beside him quietly, looking at his expression worriedly, "Brother...don't be sad..."
"sad?"
Huo Yunque smiled, he raised his eyebrows, "Why are you sad?" His eyes flicked across the eyes of his mother in the photo album, "Everyone will die, it's just a matter of time. In my heart, she has never left."
Death is not the end, oblivion is.
"watch together?"
Song Yaoyao put her small hand into the man's big palm, and he gently pulled her into his arms.
The man's chin rested on top of her head. In the quiet bedroom, there was only the occasional slight sound of flipping through the album.
"Don't you want to see my childhood photos? Are you satisfied?"
"cough-"
Song Yaoyao's eyelashes flickered, and her eyes fell on Huo Yunque when he was just born and had no ability to take care of himself. The photos at that time are the same as countless babies.
She was a little embarrassed and embarrassed to look again.
But the man looked at it very seriously, with a calm and calm expression, without any embarrassment.
Even if it is to see the embarrassing photos of my childhood.
Song Yaoyao really felt that her brother was a god. Looking at the embarrassing photos of childhood in front of others, it will be more or less embarrassing, right
But Huo Yunque doesn't! He looked dignified and serious, as if he wanted to study seriously.
So, the embarrassing one became Song Yaoyao.
"You're blushing."
After reading the album, Huo Yunque turned her around and put her on his lap.
With her chin pinched, Song Yaoyao's eyes flickered, and she muttered softly, "I'm so embarrassed, okay!"
"Oh? Why are you embarrassed? Is it because you saw my naked body?"
"puff-"
Song Yaoyao was shocked, and met the man's calm eyes. The bright sunlight came in from the window, and the mottled shadows were intertwined on his body, blending with that overly beautiful face.
"How did you do it, brother?"
Use a serious tone, say something that is not serious.
Song Yaoyao sighed in admiration.
"Um?"
Song Yaoyao played with his hand and explained uncomfortably.
This topic aroused Huo Yunque's interest. Ripples appeared in his long and narrow eyes, and he approached Song Yaoyao's ear with a low smile, bowing his head—
"Because, the me I am now is enough to make you feel proud—"
The warm breath sprinkled on the pinnae, and the electrified Song Yaoyao shivered, and stretched out her hands to cover her ears.
With red clouds burning on her face, she stumbled, "I, I can't understand what you are saying!"
Saying that she was about to run away, Huo Yunque grabbed her slender waist and curled his lips.
He still had that cool and dignified appearance, gentle and dignified.
"I said, compared to the appearance in the photo, the current me probably didn't disappoint you—"
boom-
The poor and thin-skinned Song Yaoyao felt like she was going to be on fire, with steaming heat all over her body, and she wanted to dig a hole in the ground to get in.
The blush spread all the way, blooming on her fair skin.
On the slender neck, light blue blood vessels are looming, fragile and attractive.
Song Yaoyao, who lowered her head, didn't notice at all, the man's eyes became darker and darker.
It wasn't until she was pressed on the desk in front of her that she suddenly realized—
Unfortunately, it was too late.