The hot breaths fell upon his ear. Huo Yunque tilted his head slightly in discomfort. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Song Yaoyao."
A moment later, Huo Yunque said helplessly, "What is in that head of yours, huh?"
Song Yaoyao blushed. Even after they boarded the car she stubbornly refused to let go of his neck.
Huo Yunque had no choice but to sit her on his lap.
All of a sudden, he thought about their first meeting and the way the girl looked at him. As she sat on the man's lap, she blushed from the teasing and her eyes became teary.
The man grabbed her hand and looked down. As expected, her hand was swollen like a bun.
The girl was soft and delicate. Huo Yunque was not surprised.
His eyes darkened for a moment and fierce emotions brushed past his heart.
Song Yaoyao pouted and buried herself in the man's arms. "I don't look good! Don't look at me!"
She tried to pull her hand away but failed.
