When everything was over, Song Yaoyao couldn't even straighten her back.
She turned her eyes to the side, and when she saw the closed photo album in the wooden box, she let out an indiscernible sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the photo album wasn't open.
Otherwise...
Doing it in front of the elders above...
She really felt very guilty.
"Gege."
"Hmmm?"
The man's shirt was slightly open, and his metal belt buckle made a crisp sound.
He raised his eyebrows and met the eyes of the girl sitting at the edge of the desk.
Song Yaoyao supported herself against the desk with both hands. Her cheeks were pink as she said expectantly, "Let's take photos too! Just like Uncle and Auntie! In the future, if..."
"There is no 'if'."
She was pulled into his arms. Song Yaoyao leaned against his chest, listening to the strong heartbeat coming from his chest.
"I'm not my father."
