Song Yaoyao's face was flushed red, and her eyes looked like they were filled with water.
She quietly shrank back into the blanket. Half of her face was hidden under it.
Only then did she let out a low, "Oh".
Her abnormal actions made Huo Yunque laugh. "Are you going to do something bad again?"
"No!"
"Well, I am."
Huo Yunque got up and walked toward the washroom.
His shirt was pulled out from his pants and hung down casually.
Gulp—
Song Yaoyao swallowed her saliva and watched Huo Yunque walk into the washroom. Behind the frosted glass door, a tall figure could be vaguely seen.
She felt nervous.
Song Yaoyao licked her lips, her anxious heart thumped wildly.
She reached out and when she felt the delicate lace and ribbon, she pulled her hand back.
Ahhh!
Why did she do that?
Was it too late to change now?
