The man was wearing a gray-blue shirt with a dark brown checkered sweater vest. On someone else, these clothes would have looked old and unstylish.
But on this man, it perfectly highlighted his noble presence.
He was like a smart gentleman from the middle ages, bowing politely.
If the time wasn't right, one would think they had time-traveled to that strict yet romantic time period.
Song Yaoyao's face slowly heated up. As she looked at Huo Yunque's noble and cold face, she couldn't help but think about the previous night...
The girl looked obviously shy, but she stubbornly pretended to be angry and unwilling to listen.
Huo Yunque sighed, grabbed her hand, and gently placed a kiss on the back of it.
"You..."
Song Yaoyao quickly pulled back her hand like she had touched something hot.
Her eyes darted and the ends turned red. She looked particularly attractive.
