Song Yaoyao put on her clothes, squinted her eyes, and threw the quilt back vigorously.
"Brother, get up, I'll take you out for a stroll!"
On her jade-like little face, there was still a rosy glow that had not faded away, as if she had been painted with rouge, she was so charming and charming.
"Well...but I'm tired."
Huo Yunque turned sideways slightly, leaning lazily on the bed with his forehead propped up.
Song Yaoyao pouted, "What! It's me who is obviously tired, okay?"
"Oh? It's better to stay in the room and rest."
The man lowered his voice and suggested with a chuckle.
Song Yaoyao shook her head quickly.
"No!" She stared into Yuanyuan's eyes, "It's not safe to be in the same room with you!"
She is firmly against it!
and-
She's almost starving to death, okay
"Hurry up~ There is a Yuelao Temple on this small island. Everyone says it is very spiritual, and the night view is also very beautiful. Brother, let's go see it together!"
Song Yaoyao rushed over to drag him.
Huo Yunque's phoenix eyes narrowed into long and narrow lines, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his hoarse smile spread, making him extraordinarily sexy.
He was lying on the bed, the thin quilt slipped off and covered his stomach.
In addition to the marks left by various previous injuries on the upper body, there are also some red marks.
Even though Song Yaoyao was panting from exhaustion, Huo Yunque just refused to move.
"elder brother!"
She puffed her cheeks and stared, "I'm going to be angry if you do this again! Are you going or not? If you don't go, I'll find someone else!"
"Who do you want?"
"Hmph! There are so many people who want to go to Yuelao Temple with me!"
Which of her classmates is not good
"oh?"
Huo Yunque's smile was not a smile, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Boy?"
Song Yaoyao folded her hands, raised her chin and squinted at him, extremely arrogant.
"You don't care anyway—wow!"
Before she finished speaking, Song Yaoyao screamed and was dragged into an embrace.
The man turned over and looked down at her condescendingly, "Leave me alone?"
His expression gradually became dangerous.
Song Yaoyao shook her head quickly, Junjie who knows the current affairs, "No, no, no! Of course I have to take care of it! I have to take care of it!" She smiled flatteringly at Huo Yunque, and said, "Brother is my guardian, you don't care about me, Who cares about me?"
"Little Liar—"
Huo Yunque sneered, and scratched the bridge of her nose with his fingers.
Turn over and sit up.
"Hey... brother, what are you doing?"
Song Yaoyao turned her face foolishly.
Huo Yunque picked up the shirt on the ground and put it on, the belt buckle made a sound of metal clashing.
He didn't look back, there were long scratches on his back, and when he put on clothes, the muscles in his shoulders would bulge.
Not too exaggerated, the lines are beautiful and full of power.
"Aren't you hungry?"
Huo Yunque scratched his hair casually, reached out to pick Song Yaoyao up from the bed, "What if I'm hungry?"
"That's not going to be..." Song Yaoyao felt that she was not that delicate.
"I will feel bad."
Huo Yunque's eyes narrowed, he lowered his head and whispered something in her ear.
Song Yaoyao's small face turned red visible to the naked eye.
She cast a reproachful glance at Huo Yunque, her eyes flickered, shyness co-existed.
"I don't want to talk to you!"
She thumped down to the ground, kicking and kicking before Huo Yunque stepped out.
The night view of Luohua Island is indeed as good as Song Yaoyao said.
The disappearance of the middle-aged man did not cause any waves on the island.
The mobile phone that rolled into the corner of the floor turned on again and again, and the poor man was once again forgotten in the room.
Yuelao Temple is located near the sea, the lighthouse on the sea is dimly lit, and some people have built small pavilions by the sea. In the small open-air bar, the resident singer played the guitar and sang softly.