There were times when Mu Wei felt ashamed of staying here. What did she do to deserve such a luxurious apartment? She didn’t even give anything.
She was very grateful to Song Yaoyao. Even though Song Yaoyao had told her not to be grateful because she was only using her, Mu Wei did not believe her. What could she be used for?
If being used meant that one could lead such a good life and get out of their bad predicament, a lot of people would be rushing to be used by Miss Song, right?
That night, she had a New Year’s Eve meal by herself. The television in the living room was playing the Spring Festival Gala.
She was all alone, but Mu Wei didn’t feel lonely at all. Instead, she felt more at ease than ever.
Because this was the life she had always dreamed of.
The wall clock chimed, signaling the arrival of the first day of the New Year.
Mu Wei held her phone as if she was carrying out a sacred and unblasphemous ritual. She seriously typed four words and sent it.
“Miss song, Happy New Year.”
Early in the morning, a snow-white slender arm poked out from under the blanket. Her milk-white skin was covered with dense red marks.
The young girl only revealed the top of her pitch-black hair, her small hand fumbling about.
Suddenly…
She paused, and her hand felt something firm.
Swish—
Song Yaoyao’s small hand instantly retracted. Like a fish diving into water, bit by bit, bit by bit, she buried herself into the blanket.
Swish—
The quilt above her head was lifted up like a turtle’s shell, revealing her smooth body.
“Waaa!!!”
Song Yaoyao covered her small face abruptly, and an angry muffled voice came from between her fingers.
“B*stard! You big baddie!”
A moment later, she was scooped up. The man’s low and sexy laughter spread in her ears, making Song Yaoyao’s ears numb. Her toes were taut, and her entire body, including her hair, rejected him.
Huo Yunque raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you covering the wrong place?”
Song Yaoyao’s back stiffened.”…”
The next second, she flew into a rage out of humiliation and bit Huo Yunque’s hand.
“Shut up! If you talk about that again, I will bite you to death!”
“Ow… It Hurts…”
A certain someone who had just spoken harshly suddenly let go. Her dark eyes flickered as she quietly looked at the back of Huo Yunque’s hand. There was a row of crescent-shaped marks on it. They were faint and slightly red.
Song Yaoyao wiped her saliva away guiltily. “You provoked me first. It’s not my fault…”
“Yes, it’s not your fault.”
The man put his arm next to her lips. His pleasant voice was mixed with a smile, and it became more bewitching. “Are you done being angry? Do you want to bite me again?”
Song Yaoyao pouted and pushed him away angrily.
“Why did you scream!”
“There’s no reason why I can’t,” Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and said as he reached out his arm again.
Song Yaoyao climbed up angrily, but she did not use any strength. Other than leaving a trail of saliva, there was not even a mark on him.
She pursed her lips and muttered, “You deliberately tried to make my heart ache!”
He knew she couldn’t bear to hurt him!
“Ha…”
Huo Yunque could not help but laugh softly. He turned around with the girl in his arms, and pulled the blanket over the two of them, completely covering them.
The light instantly dimmed.
In the narrow space, Song Yaoyao curled her toes uncomfortably.
A kiss landed like a dragonfly touching water, and the voice beside her ear was gentle and affectionate.
“My pleasure.”
