In the middle of the night, there was a thick fog outside the window.
After a rain, the temperature dropped suddenly, and the fog fell on the newly sprouted branches and leaves, like snow.
The entire manor fell into a deep sleep, except for a certain room on the second floor.
The next day was sunny and the dew evaporated quickly.
Song Yaoyao had a good night's sleep, those dreams never came to her again.
Everything seemed to go back to when nothing happened.
The air was filled with the scent of flowers, and as soon as Song Yaoyao opened her eyes, she saw the fresh rose flowers in the vase, still stained with water.
Today's rose is the pink that Song Yaoyao loves.
She got up, leaned her head over and sniffed lightly, a faint fragrance filled her nose.
Footsteps sounded from far to near.
"Good morning."
The man was wearing a gray home shirt, with a cool and refined demeanor, making it hard to imagine that under his appearance, there was another look——
No more restraint.
"Good morning, brother."
Song Yaoyao knelt by the bed, tilted her head, her eyes fell on his sexy Adam's apple.
A few broken images flashed through my mind.
The voice calling her name was panting slightly, her Adam's apple twitched slightly, her knuckle palms and her cold and ascetic face.
The final picture was fixed on the sweaty hair.
Huo Yunque stretched out his hand towards her, "The school asked you to take leave of absence and stay at home for two days, huh?"
Song Yaoyao obediently put her little hand into his palm, and the man pulled her into his arms with a little force.
He picked it up and walked towards the cloakroom.
After entering, Song Yaoyao realized that at some point, Huo Yunque actually moved all her things here.
Those clothes that are often worn, as well as small socks stored in the grid.
Her clothes are rich in color, while Huo Yunque's clothes are mostly black, white and gray just like him. Even if I wear other colors occasionally, it is also an extremely dull tone.
Thanks to his good looks, he can control these old-fashioned colors.
At this time, Song Yaoyao looked at the huge cloakroom, and she felt that her clothes were like an overturned palette, dyeing a piece of rigorous and pure black paper with colorful colors without any rules.
"Which one do you want to wear?"
Huo Yunque didn't think there was any problem, he put Song Yaoyao on the soft chair and opened the glass cabinet door.
The lighting in the closet is just right.
Song Yaoyao blinked, and asked bluntly after a while, "Why?"
Why did you move all her things here? Does my brother want to officially live with her
"Um?"
Huo Yunque ran his fingers across the rows of clothes, and finally took out a light pink thin sweater to put on her, then put on comfortable pants, and finally took out the socks, half kneeling in front of her and holding her little feet.
"My little friend Song Yaoyao, please stop diverting your thinking right now," Huo Yunque raised his eyes, his eyes lingering on her small face, and said without beginning or end, "It will take a few more years."
"What?" Song Yaoyao didn't understand.
She was very well-behaved today, sitting quietly and letting Huo Yunque play with her. If it was normal, she would have pulled his hair and ears with her hands and feet.
"We still have to wait until we reach the legal age of marriage."
When the man said this, his expression was stinky.
It's a great idea to take advantage of the power in your hand and pull the evidence first before talking about it.
"Pfft..."
This sentence was crushed and stuffed into Song Yaoyao's heart.
She smiled so hard that she couldn't see her teeth, and her white teeth were exposed. It was a real smile.
"Brother is worried that you will be old by then?"