84 To Huo Junhan, She Was Probably Not Even An Outer Room Now
The girl’s feigned fierce expression made her look like a bluffing, bristling kitten.
Huo Junhan squatted down so that his gaze was slightly parallel to Shen Yaowei’s.
Now that they were close, he could smell her alcohol more clearly.
So it was the wine that emboldened her.
Reaching out to pinch Shen Yaowei’s chin, Huo Junhan raised his other hand and roughly wiped the residue of the snack from her lips. “Little fool, tell me then, why did I bring you here?”
Shen Yaowei frowned slightly and clenched her fists. “You don’t even want to give me the reputation of a concubine. You want me to be the kind that can’t be seen in public…”
“Shut up!” Before Shen Yaowei could finish, Huo Junhan’s aura suddenly darkened.
Stunned by the man’s cold and gloomy aura, Shen Yaowei bit her lower lip with her teeth. The tears in her big eyes were about to burst at any moment. She clearly looked afraid, but she still stared at Huo Junhan stubbornly.
The gauzy outer shirt slid down to her shoulders, revealing a large area of her fair shoulders.
Huo Junhan stared at Shen Yaowei for a long time and felt the fire in his heart burn even brighter. Even his dantian was burning.
Seeing that Huo Junhan was staring at her without saying anything, Shen Yaowei hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently tugging at Huo Junhan’s sleeve. “Ninth Imperial Uncle, are you angry?”
Seeing Shen Yaowei’s timid appearance, the evil fire in Huo Junhan’s heart burned even stronger.
“Do you think I will argue with a fool?” His low voice was tinged with an unusual hoarseness.
Shen Yaowei looked at the man’s handsome face that was inches away. She adjusted her posture and leaned forward, almost touching Huo Junhan. “If you’re not angry, prove it to me.”
With that, she placed her impudent hand on Huo Junhan’s chest.
As the unique fragrance of the girl filled his nostrils, Huo Junhan felt the shocking heat of the small hand on his chest, making his heart beat uncontrollably faster.
“If you don’t prove it to me, it means that you’re still angry. Ninth Imperial Uncle, why are you angry with Yaoyao? I’m not the one who treats you as a disgraceful mistress who can’t be seen in public. It’s clearly you…”
Huo Junhan looked at the chattering little mouth in front of him and suddenly lowered his head, pressing his thin lips against hers.
Shen Yaowei’s eyes widened in a daze, and her unfinished words were immediately stuck in her throat.
Just as she was about to indulge in the domineering kiss, she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her soft lips.
She couldn’t help but push Huo Junhan away. She covered her bitten mouth and looked at him with red eyes.
“Little fool, I’ll only say this once. I didn’t arrange for you to be here as my mistress. Don’t spout nonsense again in the future.” After Huo Junhan finished speaking, he licked the blood on his thin lips.
Shen Yaowei looked at Huo Junhan, whose aura had completely stabilized, and suddenly felt empty.
Just now, she could clearly feel that her Ninth Imperial Uncle was as passionate as she was.
But in the blink of an eye, the man returned to his cold self and bit her.
She originally wanted to take advantage of him by pretending to be drunk.
Now it seemed that she had miscalculated.
“I understand…” In order not to anger Huo Junhan, Shen Yaowei lowered her head and said softly.
She finally understood.
To Huo Junhan, she was probably not even a mistress now.