Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Because she was worried, she twisted the water on her clothes after climbing out and looked at him for a while.

As expected…

The man seemed to be challenging her. He leaned slightly against the bathtub and opened his palms. He was extremely stubborn.

“Together.”

The large palm that reached out in front of Song Yaoyao was well-proportioned. His fingers were slender and well-jointed, looking exceptionally beautiful.

She sighed, rubbed her face, and looked up.

When she looked up, she was stunned

The man’s hair fell limply on his forehead, and his skin looked even whiter. His facial features were extremely exquisite as if they had been meticulously carved by God. Every stroke was carefully cut, without a single flaw.

The bathtub was still being filled, and it splashed and flowed.

Droplets of water rolled down from the ends of his hair, across the beautiful line of his jaw, and finally across his chest, dripping into the water.

Gulp—

Song Yao heard the sound of her own gulping.

Huo Yunque once again sent her an invitation, stubbornly reaching out his hand. “Yaoyao…”

This voice was extremely gentle and affectionate.

The thread of rationality in Song Yaoyao’s mind instantly snapped. She nodded decisively. “Come on, let’s bathe together!”

Gege was drunk anyway. Even if she did something, he wouldn’t know.

So…

Hehehe…

…

The first ray of light in the morning shone through the gap in the curtains.

Song Yaoyao rubbed her eyes and got up from the bed. She was stunned when she realized that there was nothing beside her.

She reached out and touched beside her. It was warm.

Song Yaoyao let out a sigh of relief and continued to sit on the bed in a daze.

Click—

At this moment, the man came out of the bathroom.

His trousers were intact, and most of the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a large part of his chest.

“You’re awake?”

Huo Yunque took a step forward and sat down by the bed.

He turned slightly to the side, heard Song Yaoyao mumble, and slightly came back to his senses.

Huo Yunque pointed at his chest and throat, the red marks left from the night that could not be covered up. He asked, “Babe, what do you see?”

“What…? Cough cough cough…”

Song YaoYao’s curiosity had just been piqued when she saw the large strawberry mark on Huo Yunque’s body. She immediately looked away guiltily.

“I… I don’t know. Was it a bug?” she forced herself to calm down and pretended to be worried.

“Huh?” A smile appeared in Huo Yunque’s eyes. He said mischievously, “It must be a big mosquito? Could it have cultivated into human form?”

“Psh!” Song Yao retorted immediately, “You’re the mosquito—”

Before she could finish her sentence, she shrunk her head and realized that it was already too late.

Huo Yunque chuckled and leaned against the bed, lazily buttoning up one button after another and covering up the evidence that made Song Yaoyao feel awkward.

But the red near his Adam’s Apple…

That really couldn’t be covered up.

Song Yaoyao’s face flushed red and she felt extremely awkward. If she had known earlier, then she wouldn’t have bitten him so high up. Wouldn’t people suspect her if they saw it now?

She wasn’t a female hooligan!

The bedroom fell silent. Just as Song Yaoyao was feeling awkward and didn’t know what to do, a palm opened up in front of her, facing upwards.

“Bring your phone over.”

Hearing this, Song Yaoyao’s heart jumped again.

She gripped the hem of her pajamas nervously and blinked innocently. “My phone… has no battery…”

“Oh?”

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and did not argue with her. “Were you recording something? Is that why you ran out of battery?”

“Pfff—”

Song Yao widened her eyes and rubbed her nose.

“Gege…do you remember everything?”

Huo Yunque caressed her soft face and curled his lips. “I don’t remember everything. It was just a coincidence that someone did something to me, and when I woke up, I remembered everything like I had watched a movie.”