"Ah... y-you..."
Under his pressure, Song Yaoyao slowly moved back until her back was pressed against the edge of the table. There was no way to dodge.
Thump, thump, thump...
In the extremely quiet study room, the strong beating of the heart was particularly obvious.
Song Yaoyao raised her eyes and met a handsome face.
'Handsome' was not enough to describe his appearance. His noble and cold temperament had already become a part of him and he stood well above the common folk.
"Then, what else does my wife think I need to fix? Huh?"
He curled his thin lips and lowered his voice slightly. It was like a mellow rum that bewitched people's hearts in the quiet night.
Song Yaoyao could not stand him being like this the most. If he deliberately tried to seduce her, she would not be able to avoid it at all.
Who asked her to be attracted to Huo Yunque from the start?
