If she doesn't eat sweets for half a month, she will die! !
"Student Song Yaoyao, this is not a discussion, but an order."
Huo Yunque picked up the book again, Song Yaoyao pursed her mouth and squinted at the cover.
It's Shakespeare's sonnets.
The rain fell on the glass of the greenhouse, tick tock.
Song Yaoyao said unwillingly: "Then you are not allowed to come to my room for half a month!"
She raised her eyebrows proudly, and praised herself in her heart.
I'm such a clever little ghost.
In the next second, Huo Yunque's big palm landed on the top of her head, pushing back her pride.
"make a deal."
The Huo family has more than one room.
Song Yaoyao: "..."
Very angry!
She flung herself into Huo Yunque's arms a few times, and her waist was pinched. The man's tone was calm, with the magical power of obedient obedience.
"Be good, let me read you a poem."
"Poetry? Shakespeare?"
Song Yaoyao was stunned, her head was resting on the man's collarbone, and she turned her head to look.
The original document, densely packed in English fonts.
Song Yaoyao's thick and large book was unfamiliar and nostalgic.
Before she died, her brother had just bought her Shakespeare's book.
The book of poems with Maple Leaf in it should still be by her bedside. It's just that there is no chance in this life to open it with my own hands.
Surrounded by colorful flowers, the air is filled with a faint fragrance.
Huo Yunque combed her hair with his hands, gently stroking her hair.
Song Yaoyao suddenly calmed down.
She rubbed against his neck, looked up at the round raindrops on the transparent glass. The curly and thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.
The sound of rain mixed with the man's deep and magnetic voice, fermented into a special romantic atmosphere.
Song Yaoyao hadn't read this poem yet, it was strange and novel.
My lover's eyes are not sunny,
Coral was far redder than her lips.
Her breasts are not white and bright,
A head full of black silk is also incomparable to gold threads.
I have seen pink, red, and white roses,
But not a single bud bloomed on her face.
There are many rich and fragrant perfumes,
More intoxicating than my lover's breath.
Although I love to hear her whisper,
But I know that the better sound is the silk and bamboo orchestra.
I also confess that in the gestures of my lover,
It doesn't remind me of The Immortals at all.
But behold, I think my love is rare,
Not inferior to those pretentious beauties.
…
The rain gradually became heavier, suppressing the man's deep murmur.
But every sentence, every word, seemed to have life, it passed through the ear canal lively, and jumped to her heart.
Plop, plop, plop...
It seemed that the patter of rain could not suppress the beating of her heart.
The man saw her reddish cheeks, as if he had stolen the sunset. Huo Yunque couldn't help laughing lowly, his chest trembled slightly, and he gently pinched the back of her neck.
Song Yaoyao hugged his neck and raised her eyes.
The small face is more beautiful than a flower, and it concentrates on depicting the man's elegant facial features.
He spoke suddenly.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day"
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, and in his calm eyes, it seemed as if a drop of rain had fallen into it, slowly rippling away.
May I compare you to a summer day.
After being slightly startled, he couldn't help laughing lowly.
"Thank you for the compliment."
Song Yaoyao buried herself in his arms, her cheeks burning hot.
But there is a girl in a small skirt in my heart, spinning and spinning constantly.
Excited to die.
The most comfortable relationship in the world is probably what it is now.
Snuggle up quietly on a rainy day, with just a word, the other party can think of what you think.
No need to waste energy at all.