"Little swallow, put on your flower clothes~ Come here every spring~~"
Yu Bao'er started singing again. Huo Yingcheng couldn't take it anymore and put a hand to her mouth to shut her up.
His big palm nearly covered Yu Bao'er's entire face.
Yu Bao'er let out a few muffled sounds and put up a struggle, but Huo Yingcheng refused to let go.
If this woman continued singing, he feared he couldn't hold himself back from beating her up.
But all of a sudden, Yu Bao'er stopped struggling. And then, Huo Yingcheng felt a moist sensation coming from his palm.
Momentarily, a shiver shot up his spine, startling Huo Yingcheng who instantly shifted his hand away…
Yu Bao'er, who could breathe again, felt happy once more and even let out a burp.
Unable to tolerate that alcoholic odor anymore, Huo Yingcheng got to his feet and paced up and down irritably.
