"Then, I'll forgive you this once."
Huo Yunque smiled and patted her little head.
Song Yaoyao's waist and legs were sore from the torture, but based on what she knew, they had not taken things all the way yet.
Because...
She didn't feel any pain.
But even so, she was exhausted. She rubbed her head against the man's chest, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.
Huo Yunque looked at the bound script that had been flipped open. "This is my new love rival?"
As he spoke, his chest trembled slightly.
"Huh?"
Song Yaoyao's eyes lifted a little, and she saw the thing in the man's hands. She laughed out loud, raised her head, and kissed Huo Yunque's chin. "Gege is my favorite! You are my number one!"
Huo Yunque narrowed his eyes. "Oh? Does that mean you will have a number two and number three?"
"I..."
It was just a joke!
