Song Yaoyao insisted on not sleeping at first. She still felt that it wasn't right to leave the guests and run back to her room to sleep. Especially when she was in the same room as Huo Yunque.
Perhaps it was because she wasn't an honest person to begin with, so she felt guilty, afraid that others would look at her ambiguously.
However, it was too easy to sleep in Huo Yunque's arms.
Along with his aura, it gave Song Yaoyao a sense of security.
Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and her eyelashes that were curled like a fan fluttered a few times, as if she still wanted to struggle. But in the end, she couldn't escape the summons of sleep, and fell into a sweet and dark dream.
A kiss gently landed on her forehead.
A familiar voice that made Song Yaoyao feel extremely at ease passed through the dream and entered her ears softly.
"Good child."
...
When she woke up, Huo Yunque was no longer around.
