A child with both their blood in its body.
Huo Yunque held her hand and pulled it into his palm.
"Sleep."
"Aiya!"
Song Yaoyao looked forward to the future with Huo Yunque, but he was only thinking about sleep.
She was inexplicably angry as she stared at Huo Yunque's deep-set face through the darkness. "Huo Yunque! I'm talking to you very seriously!"
She was not joking!
"Can you be a little more serious!"
The little girl's voice was soft and even when she was angry, it sounded cute. Her fierce tone did not last long before it became aggrieved.
Huo Yunque sighed lightly.
His big palm caressed her hair and combed it gently.
"Can't it just be the two of us?"
"That's fine too."
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips and rubbed against his hand like a listless kitten. "But it's better to have a child."
Just like Tong Tong and Xiao Ye, it was the crystallization of love.
