As her voice fell, laughter filled the room.
Huo Yunque pulled her out from under the quilt and his icy eyes immediately melted. "Song Yaoyao, what do you spend all day thinking about?" he teased.
A dream revealed one's innermost desire.
The girl's dreams were becoming more and more elaborate.
It seemed, in the future, he couldn't let her sleep away from home, just in case...
"Huh?"
Song Yaoyao was pulled out, and her hair draped messily on her shoulders. Her delicate little face was pale.
She blinked in disbelief.
"Gege, are you not angry at me?"
Was he letting it go like this?
"Stop thinking about stuff like that from now on."
Huo Yunque stretched out his hand and squeezed her cheeks, leaving a red mark on her face. He then stepped off the bed and left.
"Hurry and get out of bed. Don't be late."
"Okay!"
