"Xuefei, I’ve never let go of you." Huo Yanzhao cradled her face, his voice deep and lingering, "Give me another chance, alright?"
Yun Xuefei’s lips twitched, but ultimately she looked away in a panic: "What are you talking about? I don’t understand..."
"You know what I’m saying." He suddenly exerted strength, lifting her up by her thighs. Yun Xuefei was abruptly suspended in the air, let out a low cry involuntarily, and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her breathing became incrementally more frantic, and her usually composed and graceful face was tinged with a bit of embarrassment and bewilderment.
"Huo Yanzhao, it’s been four years... What’s the point of saying such things now?" Yun Xuefei said through clenched teeth.
The man stared at her face, then suddenly let out a hoarse laugh: "You’re blaming me...right? Blaming me for the scant number of times I’ve appeared by your side these past four years."
"You’re overthinking it," she said coldly, "I just feel sorry for our daughter."
"But in my heart, I’ve always been with you all." Huo Yanzhao said softly, "Over these years, all of your work, the awards you’ve won, your attendance at Fashion Week... Every single achievement, every step of success, I saw it all clearly. The first time our daughter spoke, the first time she turned over, the first time she walked... I saw all of it in videos."
Yun Xuefei widened her eyes: "How did you know all of that!"
"You keep it in the cloud." Huo Yanzhao chuckled softly, "Your account is still the one I initially set up for you. Although you changed the password, guessing it wasn’t hard for me."
"Huo Yanzhao, you..." Yun Xuefei was so angry she was stunned, "If you wanted to see, I wouldn’t refuse you, what’s the point of sneaking around ?"
"Had I wanted to, would you really have given them to me?" His Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice taking on a hint of ambiguity and pleas.
Yun Xuefei was taken aback, finally understanding what he meant, and felt even more embarrassed and angry!
"Aunt Wu!" she suddenly called out loudly, "Come quick... Mmm!" Follow current novᴇls on novel•fire.net
As soon as she spoke, her lips were sealed by the shameless man before her.
The long-missed intimacy caused her body to tremble violently. Her hands clenched into fists as she tried to pound on his chest, but it was as if the man couldn’t feel the pain, no matter how she tried to evade, his lips and tongue accurately followed, giving her no escape.
After a long while, Yun Xuefei finally gave up struggling, panting and exhausted in the man’s embrace, her lips swollen beyond recognition.
"You..." Her lips trembled in accusation, "You scoundrel."
Huo Yanzhao was deeply stirred and suddenly leaned in to gently kiss her eyelids: "Yeah, I am a scoundrel... You’ve been the object of my fantasies since you were fifteen,"
Yun Xuefei’s face turned crimson.
Taking a deep breath, she exhaled, "The soup’s boiling, go turn off the stove."
Huo Yanzhao laughed softly, finally released her, turned off the stove, then took the soup pot to the sink and ladled two bowls to bring out.
In the living room, Yun Xuefei sat on the sofa with a cold expression, posturing as if ready to negotiate with him.
Huo Yanzhao smiled faintly, pushing one of the bowls of soup toward her: "Drink it while it’s hot."
"You should leave," Yun Xuefei said coldly, "It’s getting late, and I should rest."
Huo Yanzhao turned a deaf ear, picked up his bowl of soup, and his Adam’s apple bobbed again: "Xuefei, it’s been too long since I’ve tasted your cooking."