Song Yaoyao insisted on not going to sleep at first, she always felt that it was not good to leave the guests and run back to the room to sleep by herself. Especially, still in the same room with Huo Yunque.
It may be that she was not upright enough, so she was guilty, afraid that others would look at her with ambiguous eyes.
However, in Huo Yunque's arms, it was so good to sleep.
Accompanied by the breath on his body, Song Yaoyao was given a full sense of security.
Her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and her eyelashes, which were curled like fans, fluttered a few times quickly, as if she still wanted to struggle. But in the end, he still couldn't escape the call of Duke Zhou in his dream, and soon fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.
On the forehead, a kiss was gently dropped.
That familiar voice made Song Yaoyao feel extremely at ease. Penetrating the dream, whispering into the ears.
"Good boy."
When he woke up, Huo Yunque was no longer around him.
Song Yaoyao rubbed her eyes, feeling a little dazed that Jinxi is He Xi.
"Tuk-tuk-"
"Yaoyao, are you awake?"
It was Xia Rao's voice, Song Yaoyao nodded quickly, "Wake up, come in."
She crawled to the bed and found the remote to turn on the headlights in the room.
The bright light made Song Yaoyao close her eyes uncomfortably, and her eyes were astringent. She knocked on her head and looked at the woman who pushed the door and walked in.
A tight dress with a white fringed shawl.
There are many styles.
Probably this word was tailor-made for Xia Rao.
Tang Xinrou may have the shadow of Xia Rao, but compared with Xia Rao, a sexy goddess, she is still too immature.
But Xia Rao is different, every gesture of her hands, every frown and smile, even the strands of her hair, seem to be full of endless temptation.
With tenderness and affection.
"Did it wake you up?" Xia Rao gathered her shawl and smiled apologetically.
"No, I just woke up."
Song Yaoyao hurriedly shook her head, she opened her eyes wide and fixedly looked at Xia Rao.
"Sister Xia Rao, what time is it?"
She didn't know how long she had slept, but she felt sore all over after sleeping.
Speaking out, others probably thought that she and Huo Yunque were doing something bad in the room.
But in fact, she really just slept under the quilt.
Xia Rao saw the bewilderment in her eyes, and persuaded her with a low smile, "Don't worry, there's still time, you only slept for half an hour. Mu Jing is still struggling, are you hungry?"
She was young, although after being with Huo Yunque, they became equals. According to Huo Yunque's seniority, she would call Song Yaoyao little sister-in-law.
But she was smaller than Tang Xinrou, Xia Rao's little niece, and she looked like a porcelain doll, soft and delicate. When she was asked to speak, she couldn't help lowering her tone.
"That's good, that's good."
Song Yaoyao patted her cheek in embarrassment, "I was too sleepy just now, I didn't want to sleep at first, but for some reason, I fell asleep without knowing it."
She blinked her eyes and explained in a low voice.
The two sat in the room and chatted for a while.
Xia Rao is an old-timer in the entertainment industry. Song Yaoyao can learn a lot of knowledge that she didn't know before chatting with her, and benefit a lot.
but-
Song Yaoyao always felt that Xia Rao came to her room specially to find her, but she was still alone, and it didn't seem like she came here to teach her experience.
This kind of topic can be talked at any time, and it is not so private.
She listened quietly to Xia Rao's words, and saw the trace of melancholy in her eyes.
Song Yaoyao suddenly said: "Sister Xia Rao, may I give you a pulse?"