She would die if she did not eat dessert for half a month!
"Song Yaoyao, this is not a negotiation, it's an order."
Huo Yunque picked up the book again. Song Yaoyao pouted and looked at the cover.
It was a Shakespearean sonnet.
The rain fell on the glass of the greenhouse with a tapping sound.
Song Yaoyao said unhappily, "Then you're not allowed to come to my room for half a month!"
She raised her eyebrows smugly and gave herself a thumbs up on the inside.
I'm so smart.
But a moment later, Huo Yunque's big palm landed on her head, suppressing her pride.
"Deal."
There was more than one room in Huo Manor.
Song Yaoyao: "..."
How infuriating!
She flailed a few times in Huo Yunque's arms, and her waist was grabbed. The man's tone was calm, with a magical power that made people involuntarily obey him.
"Be good, I'll read you a poem."
"Poem? Shakespeare?"
