The man's dark eyes appeared foggy like emotions were stirring beneath the surface.
Song Yaoyao's heart ached.
She immediately threw herself into his arms. As she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his chin, she tried to comfort him.
"Not begrudgingly at all. Not at all!"
"Really?"
"Really, really!" Song Yaoyao nodded, afraid that Huo Yunque would be upset.
Huo Yunque's voice was calm. "I feel like you're lying to me."
"I'm not! I swear!"
Song Yaoyao grabbed his arm and shook it coquettishly. "Really! If I'm lying to you, then you can punish me another 100 times! No, 1000 times, okay?"
She panicked and spoke without thinking. Her usual wit immediately disappeared like a pair of wheels zooming away, leaving behind a line of fire.
The sun that hung in the sky, cast a bright light onto the girl's eyes.
