The girl's voice trembled, yet she pretended as though she wasn't afraid of anything.
The man's throat moved a little and he held back his smile.
Curving his lips, he nodded. "Yes, I do need it."
Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up as if she was suddenly relieved. Tugging on his shirt, she said cutely, "I knew you would need it!
"Things like thunder are too scary..."
She scrunched up her nose as her lips turned pale.
She looked pitiful and cute.
Huo Yunque's eyelids lowered and he glanced at her bare feet. Her toes were round, fair, and tender, but because of the cold floor, they were curled up.
He frowned. "Go back and wear your slippers."
As soon as he spoke, another crack of thunder sounded.
"Waaa—"
Song Yaoyao almost cried in fear. She shook her head frantically as she held onto the man's arm with both hands. "No!"
She sobbed as though she would burst into tears if Huo Yunque continued to force her.
