His eyes were extremely beautiful. They were long and narrow, fanning out at the ends. This made him look cold when he was not smiling, and extremely gentle when he did smile.
If he wanted to, no woman would be able to escape from his grasp.
Song Yaoyao was glad that she had acted early.
"What are you thinking about, huh?"
After not seeing her for a few days, the little girl's appearance was still etched in his heart. Huo Yunque tapped her forehead with the back of his finger, signaling for her to come back to her senses.
"I'm thinking that it's lucky I acted early."
"Huh?"
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, his smile rippling in the depths of his eyes.
Song Yaoyao realized what had happened and her face instantly turned red.
"I... I..." She wanted to slap herself. How did she accidentally say what she was thinking?
"What a coincidence, I was thinking the same thing."
