If Huo Yunque was like an unreachable God in the past, then now, that God had landed on Earth and he was willingly lowering his head to her height.
Song Yaoyao was ecstatic as her heart raced, but she still held a grudge like someone who had been spoiled.
"Mm..."
Huo Yunque narrowed his eyes and glanced down. A strand of moist hair brushed against her face.
"Cold~~"
Song Yaoyao shivered and quickly shrunk into the covers. It wasn't just cold, it was also ticklish.
Her eyes curved as she smiled and she stretched out her arms to hug the man's neck.
His voice sounded beside her ear, "Okay, I won't deny it." His nose pressed against hers and his voice was refined as usual. "Then, Dear Classmate Song, since I've never dated before, can you forgive me for the mistakes I made?"
"Pfff—"
