She squinted her eyes, beautiful and sweet, like a cat napping in the sun, soft and gentle.
The corners of Huo Yunque’s mouth curled up slightly, his eyes dark.
“I am a little hungry.”
“Oh… then let’s go!”
Song Yaoyao was just about to get up when her wrist was grabbed and she fell back into the man’s broad and hard chest.
“Oh… Gege?” She blinked and met the man’s eyes that gradually darkened. It was as if there was a ferocious beast hiding in the abyss. The way he looked at her was as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
The silent tension and seductive atmosphere flowed through the room.
Song Yaoyao curled her fingers, her face slightly red, and whispered, “Gege, let’s eat first… Ah!”
Before she could finish her sentence, her body suddenly turned over.
She looked up and saw the man’s handsome and refined face as well as the small crystal chandelier above his head.
His low and husky voice was especially bewitching as it sounded softly in her ears, gentle and loving.
“Thank you for the reminder. Now, Mr. Huo will begin ‘eating’…”
Song Yaoyao’s heart skipped a beat in an instant.
…
In her dream, Song Yaoyao turned into a fish. A fish that had been thrown onto a pan to cook.
She tossed and turned, frying one side after another.
In her anxiety and impatience, she felt that if things continued, then this fried fish would be ruined.
When she woke up from the dream, it was already afternoon, and the sun had shifted.
Song Yaoyao grunted and saw the energetic man sitting next to her reading a book. She gritted her teeth angrily and felt that God was really unfair!
Why was she as tired as a dead dog while he seemed like he had consumed a tonic?
She kicked his calf but it didn’t hurt.
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and looked over with a smile.
“You’re awake?”
“Hmph!”
Song Yaoyao pouted and turned her face, gesturing that she did not want to talk to him.
“Ha…”
A low laugh came from behind her, and then she was lifted up into the air.
The man carried her to the bathroom.
“What are you angry about? You are obviously very… mm…”
His mouth was covered but it could not hide his smile as he used the mirror to look into her eyes.
Her brows were well-shaped, her nose was straight, and the tip of her nose was slightly red. Her lips were plump and full, as if they had been painted with lip gloss. Her beautiful eyes lifted, and there seemed to be a gentle wave hidden in her dark eyes. It was pure and seductive.
Song Yaoyao stared at him. “Don’t talk!”
Huo Yunque laughed hoarsely.
That laughter was sexy and pleasant to the ear. It made people blush and their hearts beat faster than when he spoke. Song Yaoyao felt a tingling sensation in her ears as if an electric current was running through them. She puffed her cheeks and said, “Don’t laugh either!”
She was spoiled and domineering.
Huo Yunque pinched her cheeks and said, “Open your mouth.”
“Mm…”
Strawberry-flavored toothpaste filled her mouth, and an electric toothbrush vibrated slightly.
She narrowed her eyes and held the toothbrush, staring blankly into the mirror.
The man stood behind her, combing through her silky black hair. His eyelids drooped slightly, and his expression was serious.
Song Yaoyao’s gaze fell on his black shirt, and she found that Huo Yunque looked particularly good in black.
But of course…
In her impression, Huo Yunque suited everything. Even when they first met, the cheongsam he wore did not seem out of place on him at all. Some people looked like fortune tellers or bird enthusiasts when they dressed like that.
Only he managed to look handsome like someone who had walked out of a painting.