Her eyes were watery and her body was restless.
One glance and it was clear what she was thinking.
Huo Yunque stopped. Caught off guard, Song Yaoyao ran into him.
She cried out in pain and covered her nose as tears began to fall.
"Gege!" she complained in a nasally voice.
Huo Yunque helplessly lifted the girl's head and analyzed her face carefully. He curled his finger and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.
"So sensitive..."
His fingers crossed the bridge of her straight nose, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Song Yaoyao, do you know what it means to push one's limits?"
Song Yaoyao blushed as she held back her tears.
"No!"
She tried to look serious: I don't know anything and I don't understand anything.
Huo Yunque narrowed his eyes and leaned forward.
He lowered his voice to a volume that only someone nearby could hear. "I can let you push your limits, but..."
"But what?"
