Huo Yunque took her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
His cool hair brushed past Song Yaoyao's face, and his lips carried a burning heat that did not match his appearance.
"This is punishment," he said in a low and charming voice of a lover.
Song Yaoyao stared at him with tears in her eyes. What kind of punishment was this?
He was obviously trying to do something bad!
"Are you hungry?"
Huo Yunque stood up, and the thin blanket slid down to his abdomen. Song Yaoyao's gaze fell on his muscular abs, and the image of him sweating suddenly appeared in her mind.
Buzz—
Her mind went blank for a moment. Her eyes seemed to have been burned, and she quickly looked away.
However, her eyes moved away, but for some reason, they fell on Huo Yunque's back again.
His thin muscles covered his body, and his back was broad. There were red marks crisscrossing on his back, and he was silently saying something.
