If Huo Yunque was like an unreachable God in the past, then now, that God had landed on Earth and he was willingly lowering his head to her height.
Song Yaoyao was ecstatic as her heart raced, but she still held a grudge like someone who had been spoiled.
“Mm…”
Huo Yunque narrowed his eyes and glanced down. A strand of moist hair brushed against her face.
“Cold~~”
Song Yaoyao shivered and quickly shrunk into the covers. It wasn’t just cold, it was also ticklish.
Her eyes curved as she smiled and she stretched out her arms to hug the man’s neck.
His voice sounded beside her ear, “Okay, I won’t deny it.” His nose pressed against hers and his voice was refined as usual. “Then, Dear Classmate Song, since I’ve never dated before, can you forgive me for the mistakes I made?”
“Pfff—”
Song Yaoyao giggled in Huo Yunque’s arms. She opened her eyes wide and looked into Huo Yunque’s eyes with curiosity as though she didn’t recognize him.
“Gege, why have you changed?” she asked cutely.
He wasn’t like this in the past!
“I guess it’s because…”—Huo Yunque smiled—”I was just Mr. Huo in the past, but now I’m yours…”
He lowered his voice as he whispered into her ear.
Song Yaoyao’s smile increased. She buried herself in Huo Yunque’s arms and blushed, but she still raised her head stubbornly and said, “Gege, kiss~”
Thus, a kiss fell upon her.
It was gentle and respectful without making her feel uncomfortable.
After the kiss, Song Yaoyao was out of breath. She lay in Huo Yunque’s arms and began to close her eyes.
She was a little tired.
Huo Yunque leaned against the headboard as the girl lay in his embrace. His hand ran through her hair. He twirled it around his fingers and watched it unravel as he let go.
All of a sudden, he asked, “Aren’t you sad?”
“Huh?”
Song Yaoyao snapped out of her daze.
Shaking her head, she replied, “Gege, how did you know I was sad? Can you read my mind?”
Song Yaoyao hooked her finger with his and started playing with it as she laughed and questioned him.
Judging by her tone, she had already let go of it.
Huo Yunque raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you know that Huo Jiu is a spy that I planted by your side?”
Huo Jiu, who was about to go to sleep, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and turned up the heat.
“Gege, is it okay to be so honest?!”
Of course, Song Yaoyao knew that Huo Jiu’s true master was Huo Yunque. He protected her under his command; everything he did was because of Huo Yunque.
In Huo Jiu’s eyes, she was just the girl that the Master liked.
That was all.
“Yes, because there are also times when I’m not honest.” Huo Yunque chuckled in a roguish manner.
Song Yaoyao puffed up her cheeks. Why was Gege like a fox spirit in human form? Was she imagining things when she thought she understood what he was thinking?
“Then I won’t be honest either!” she humphed.
“Okay.”
Huo Yunque nodded; his eyes were filled with doting.
It didn’t matter whether he responded or not. The girl was too predictable.
Song Yaoyao probably knew this too, so she couldn’t resist pouncing back into the man’s arms. Hugging his waist, she mumbled, “Song Wenchuan’s about to wake up. I don’t know…”
She said a lot, including how she didn’t know whether to call Song Wenchuan her brother and whether they should get in contact again.
