Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

There were traces of her movements everywhere.

“Gege? Are you there?”

Song Yaoyao couldn’t explain what she was feeling. There was disappointment and sadness, but there was also determination.

Tonight, there was only room for success; she was not allowed to fail!

She clenched her small fists and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Tilting her head, she pricked up her ears and listened carefully. She seemed to have heard the movements coming from the balcony.

She walked around the bed and walked over quietly.

Opening the door, her field of vision suddenly widened.

This was an enclosed balcony. A huge French window rose from the ground, and she could see the scenery of the manor at a glance.

The man spread his arms and leaned against the soft sofa. His ink-black hair hung down. His feathery eyelashes were long and clear, like some kind of insect that had fallen into hibernation and had stopped above his eyelids.

His nose was straight, and his thin lips were slightly open.

He was completely relaxed.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle—

The sound of bare feet rubbing against the floor was particularly familiar. Huo Yunque’s thin lips curved slightly, but he did not open his eyes.

The figure gradually approached, and then entered his arms softly.

His breath was filled with the sweet smell of the fruity soap; a faint peachy scent.

“Gege, are you drunk?”

“Mmm…”

Huo Yunque put down his arms and hugged her instead. He pulled her into his arms. His long and narrow eyes narrowed, appearing to be unfazed.

Song Yaoyao’s gaze could not help but fall on the wall clock hanging on the balcony. The second hand was ticking.

In another ten minutes, the man’s birthday would be over.

Her breathing trembled, and her lips were dry.

“Gege, Gege…”

“Huh?”

Huo Yunque sensed that something was wrong with her. He opened his eyes slightly, and what entered his vision was a young girl’s delicate face, tender and alluring. She was like a blooming begonia flower, overflowing with beauty, and her watery eyes seemed to contain tears.

“What’s wrong? Are you cold?”

He bent down to pick up her little feet. As soon as he touched them, he realized that something was wrong.

This time, she was not barefoot. He felt a few soft pads.

This reminded him of the cat that his mother had raised when he was young.

It had been so long that he thought he had forgotten about it. However, as soon as he touched it, he realized that the memory was still fresh.

He had never forgotten about it.

Song Yaoyao felt as if she had been electrocuted. Under Huo Yunque’s gaze, her face became redder and redder…

Her back was stiff, as if a ruler had been placed on her back.

She half-knelt in Huo Yunque’s embrace, her thick, curly eyelashes fluttering. She almost did not dare to look him in the eye.

Huo Yunque was helpless. He lifted her chin and sniffed slightly. “Have you been drinking?”

Song Yaoyao bit her lip and glanced at the wall clock from time to time.

She was afraid that her heart would jump out as soon as she opened her mouth.

She was so nervous that her palms were full of sweat and she felt extremely hot.

“Miss Song Yaoyao,” Huo Yunque narrowed his eyes when he saw that her mouth was like a clam shell that could not be opened and her lips were bleeding from biting. “What are you trying to do?”

The man had been drunk quite a lot tonight, and he was barely able to stay awake.

But it was only a little…

His usually cold voice was tinged with alcohol, and it became even more mellow and magnetic.

It was even more intoxicating than wine.

“Speak!”

The man pinched her cheeks.

“I… I…”

Song Yao stuttered, unable to speak at all.

She was so anxious that she was about to cry. She looked into the man’s eyes helplessly. She suddenly made up her mind, grabbed his big hand, and slowly moved down…