Huo Tian stood there, not daring to make a sound. Seeing that Huo Yunque had not noticed her, she knew that this was a great opportunity. She quickly got on her feet and tiptoed quietly towards the door.
"Oh."
Song Yaoyao sniffed, grabbed his hand, and pressed it against her cheek, rubbing against it lovingly.
The skin under her palm was delicate, and there were still wet tears. With a gentle press, it could leave a red mark.
This scene made Huo Yunque's throat dry. Behind his deep, bottomless eyes, there was something that was clamoring, but he quickly suppressed it.
He could not scare the little girl.
Huo Yunque asked, "Where were you going just now?"
Song Yaoyao had forgotten about it when Huo Yunque suddenly came back and interrupted her. Now that she thought about it, she immediately became mute.
"Huh?"
Her sharp chin was lifted, and her slender neck was stretched into a beautiful curve.
