Continue to sleep soundly.
a long time…
Falling asleep, falling asleep, Song Yaoyao always felt that something was wrong.
There seemed to be a gaze staring at her all the time, disturbing her so much that she couldn't even sleep soundly.
Song Yaoyao thumped in her heart, feeling a bad premonition.
She clutched the corner of the quilt nervously, and slowly, slowly pulled down the quilt...
next second—
"ah!!"
A scream pierced the sky.
Song Yaoyao's throat was dry and she was shivering.
"Brother, brother?! You... when did you come back?"
Why does she have no memory at all
The man leaning against the bed calmly flipped through the book, "Last night."
Song Yaoyao shook again.
Gudong...
She swallowed, and hid under the quilt to Huo Yunque's side.
Cautiously stretched out her little hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes.
"Brother, I miss you so much~"
Thirty-six strategies, acting like a baby is the best strategy.
"Well, I miss you too."
Not bad, quite a normal conversation.
only-
Instead of feeling relieved, Song Yaoyao's heart tightened even more.
Huo Yunque's tone was too calm, it was abnormally calm! !
"Brother, what book are you reading?"
She licked her lips and snuggled up cautiously, trying to ease the atmosphere.
Song Yaoyao probably remembered a little bit, but not very clearly.
Her last memory stays in the singing box.
As for how she came back and how much Huo Yunque saw, Song Yaoyao didn't know.
woo woo woo...
I am dead! !
"Financial books."
The answer was straightforward, with no fluctuation in his voice.
Song Yaoyao lowered her shoulders and looked at her pajamas.
It's over.
The clothes have been changed, and it seems that they have taken a bath.
last night-
What did she do
"elder brother… "
Song Yaoyao thought of her dark history when she was drunk before, and couldn't help but start to look at Huo Yunque.
The man was still wearing silk pajamas, long-sleeved trousers, without any pattern, in a standard frigid style.
Well, the face is still as handsome as ever, and the figure is as good as ever—
But none of that is the point, the point is...
The more Song Yaoyao looked at it, the more frightened she became.
What's with the lips? Why is it swollen? There was a cut at the corner of his mouth. Those who didn't know it thought Huo Yunque had been beaten.
Shirt-style pajamas, the only exposed part is probably half of the collarbone and Adam's apple.
And within the range visible to the naked eye, there was a red mark.
It was like being sucked out by something... abruptly.
Song Yaoyao was dumbfounded.
What did she do? Didn't she do it
The former made Song Yaoyao feel guilty.
The latter made Song Yaoyao angry.
Suddenly, Huo Yunque put down the book, took something from the cabinet, and waved at Song Yaoyao.
"Come on, let me show you something."
This tone is as scary as if I were showing you a baby.
Song Yaoyao swallowed her saliva, and felt that the content inside was definitely not what she wanted to read, so she immediately shook her head, "I, I don't want to read it!"
Huo Yunque opened the tablet and opened the video on his own.
Although the picture could not be seen, the sound was clearly transmitted to Song Yaoyao's ears.
"Brother! Kiss me!"
"Brother... I love you so much!"
"Song Yaoyao, let go." The deep voice was full of helplessness.
"I don't want to, I want to kiss~~"
"Brother~~"
Some words were too shameful, Song Yaoyao was so shy that she almost lost consciousness, feeling that she was no longer herself.
She rushed over suddenly, her cheeks were red with blood.
"Don't let it go! Turn it off!"
"Oh why?"
Huo Yunque easily pulled her into his arms, let her struggle, stretched out his long arms, and dodged with the tablet.