She squinted her eyes, beautiful and sweet, like a cat napping in the sun, soft and gentle.
The corners of Huo Yunque's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes dark.
"I am a little hungry."
"Oh... then let's go!"
Song Yaoyao was just about to get up when her wrist was grabbed and she fell back into the man's broad and hard chest.
"Oh... Gege?" She blinked and met the man's eyes that gradually darkened. It was as if there was a ferocious beast hiding in the abyss. The way he looked at her was as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
The silent tension and seductive atmosphere flowed through the room.
Song Yaoyao curled her fingers, her face slightly red, and whispered, "Gege, let's eat first... Ah!"
Before she could finish her sentence, her body suddenly turned over.
She looked up and saw the man's handsome and refined face as well as the small crystal chandelier above his head.
