Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Translator: Yunyi 

She was worried, so she lay on the bed nervously, but she soon drifted off to sleep.

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Song Yaoyao, who was half asleep and unsure of the time, suddenly woke up. She sat up in a daze and looked around. A strand of hair on the top of her head curled up, looking adorable.

Her cheek was suddenly touched by the back of a cold finger, and the pleasant voice of a man with a smile rang in her ears. "The boss isn't even back yet, but you went to sleep first?"

Song Yaoyao rubbed against the back of his finger like a cat, squinting her eyes and muttering, "What..." Before she could finish, she realized the meaning of Huo Yunque's words.

"Awake?"

Huo Yunque's Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed the smile that was about to escape his mouth.

Song Yaoyao slowly hugged the quilt tightly, and redness gradually spread to the tip of her ears making her look extremely cute.

It seemed that she had completely woken up.

"What time is it?" Song Yaoyao rubbed her head and asked in a soft voice.

Huo Yunque looked down at his watch. "10. Do you want to continue sleeping?"

"No."

Song Yaoyao shook her head and opened her arms to Huo Yunque. She coquettishly said, "Give me a hug."

The delicate and beautiful little girl begged for a hug. Her entire body exuded a unique sweet scent, making people want to carefully hide and store her in a place where no one else could see.

Huo Yunque bent down and picked her up, gently supporting her little butt. "You've gotten lighter."

"No." Song Yaoyao rested her head on his shoulder. "I've been eating on time, and every meal has made me very full!"

Her fingers poked Huo Yunque's earlobe, and her voice was soft.

As soon as she finished speaking, she was suddenly slapped on her butt. "Ah!" she cried out in shock.

She pursed her lips and her eyes were watery. "What are you doing?"

"Punishment."

Huo Yunque carried her to the washroom. Song Yaoyao pouted. "What punishment?"

"Punishment for sleeping secretly before the boss is back."

"Wh-what?" Song Yaoyao suddenly raised her voice and lowered it guiltily. She said weakly, "I was just joking."

"Oh?"

Huo Yunque put her down and raised his chin, "But I'm serious. Go fill the bathtub."

Song Yaoyao was stunned. She could see the mischievous look in Huo Yunque's eyes.

She snorted and stomped her feet, "Fine!"

Had she just shot herself in the foot?

After helping Huo Yunque bathe, Song Yaoyao rubbed her sore little arm. The next second, the man lay on the bed lazily and ordered, "Come here, give me a massage."

Song Yaoyao was so angry that she humphed and glared at him. Her little face was red with anger. "Huo Yunque! Don't you think you've gone too far?"

"Huh?" Huo Yunque turned over and lay on his side. He propped his forehead with one hand and raised his eyebrows. "What did you call me?"

The light coated his body with a warm glow. His figure was so sexy that it made one's blood boil. His black hair was slightly damp, and it hung casually in front of his forehead, making him appear even younger than his actual age. And he was no longer as cold as he had been during the day, adding a little more seduction and sexiness to his appearance.

Gulp—

Song Yaoyao quietly swallowed her saliva. "Can you..."

"No."

Huo Yunque raised his eyelids. "Student Song Yaoyao, after taking the boss' money, you have to fulfill your promise." His voice was clear and crisp, and there was a hint of amusement in it as he gave her a reminder.

Song Yaoyao's face turned red. She kicked off her slippers and slowly climbed onto the bed.

"I'm the injured one," she protested.

"That's a problem." Huo Yunque nodded to show that she was right.

"Isn't it? Why don't we do it another day?"

"Of course, I'm a reasonable person."

Huo Yunque curled his lips, stretched out his long arm, and quickly turned off the lights in the room.

The next second, Song Yaoyao was shrouded in darkness.

She blinked blankly. In the dark, all her senses were maximized.

"Since that's the case, let's change to another service."

Song Yaoyao was trembling. She thought tearfully, is it possible to reject him now?

...

The next day, Song Yaoyao didn't dare to think about how she fell asleep.

But she still woke up early in the morning.

She lay on the bed like a preserved fish, tilting her head to look at the man who was tidying his shirt in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the right.

He was tall, with wide shoulders and narrow hips. He had the perfect figure like a model, so perfect that he did not look like an ordinary person.

She coughed. Although she quickly suppressed it, it still caught Huo Yunque's attention.

He took a tie in his hand and sat down by the bed.

"Do you want some water?"

He pulled Song Yaoyao into his arms with one hand and grabbed the glass of water that was placed on the bedside table. The rim of the glass was placed up to Song Yaoyao's mouth.

Song Yaoyao took a sip. It was warm and sweet with a hint of honey. She drank half of the glass in one gulp before shaking her head, indicating that she did not want any more.

As he looked at her, Huo Yunque could not help but laugh. He stroked her long hair. "I'll give you a bonus some other day."

Seeing that he still dared to mention this, Song Yaoyao glared at him with resentment. "There won't be a next time."

Huo Yunque replied, "A lifetime membership card can not be refunded."

Song Yaoyao pulled up the quilt and covered her head. She started to act shamelessly. "I don't care, I'm going to resign! I quit! This job is too life-threatening!"

"Resignation request denied."

Huo Yunque pulled down the quilt and patted her little head. "Alright, I won't tease you anymore."

He put on his tie. "I'm going to work. Be good at home, okay?"

Hearing this, Song Yaoyao pouted. "I'm already like this, what else can I do?"

Her bright eyes flashed with resentment, and her red lips seemed to be swollen, like jelly. Huo Yunque leaned over and kissed the tip of her forehead, nose, and lips without looking at her. "I really wish I could bring you along."

He sighed, adjusted the temperature in the room, and left.

As soon as Huo Yunque left, Song Yaoyao rolled on the bed. The room was filled with his cold aura, and she closed her eyes as if Huo Yunque was still by her side.

She stretched and yawned like a kitten. She then curled up under the quilt and fell back into a deep sleep.

...

Huo Tian slept until the sun was high in the sky. When she came downstairs, she realized that she was the only one in the dining room.

"What the hell?" Huo Tian looked around, trying to find Song Yaoyao. "Uncle Zhang, wh-where's my aunt?"

"Oh? Miss Song." Uncle Zhang smiled. "Miss Song slept in late today, and she ate breakfast in her room. She should be getting up soon, please wait a little longer."

Huo Tian was already up so late, yet Song Yaoyao was even lazier than her!

"Is she that sleepy? Did she not sleep last night or something..." Huo Tian complained without thinking. But Uncle Zhang was busy with other things, and she was left talking to herself. As she spoke, she was suddenly stunned and seemed to have realized something.

Her small face gradually turned red...

...

Song Yaoyao slept until noon, and only then did she feel that she had regained some energy.

It was said in legends that female demons supplemented their Yin with Yang. Why was it the opposite when it came to her?

This didn't make sense at all!

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