Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Song Yaoyao's face was flushed red, and her eyes looked like they were filled with water.

She quietly shrank back into the blanket. Half of her face was hidden under it.

Only then did she let out a low, "Oh".

Her abnormal actions made Huo Yunque laugh. "Are you going to do something bad again?"

"No!"

"Well, I am."

Huo Yunque got up and walked toward the washroom.

His shirt was pulled out from his pants and hung down casually.

Gulp—

Song Yaoyao swallowed her saliva and watched Huo Yunque walk into the washroom. Behind the frosted glass door, a tall figure could be vaguely seen.

She felt nervous.

Song Yaoyao licked her lips, her anxious heart thumped wildly.

She reached out and when she felt the delicate lace and ribbon, she pulled her hand back.

Ahhh!

Why did she do that?

Was it too late to change now?

Her clear black eyes stared unblinkingly at the frosted door of the bathroom, and she quietly rolled to the side of the bed.

Just then, there was another sound, and Huo Yunque came out—

Song Yaoyao's vision went black.

Her mind was completely blank. She could only see a man in a bathrobe walking towards her with slightly damp black hair.

He was as handsome as a god.

Oh no, oh no, it's too late!

"Where are you going?"

Huo Yunque bent down to pick her up. "The bathroom?"

"No, no, no, I—"

"Huh?"

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows; he felt something unusual and was about to lower his eyes to take a look.

But Song Yaoyao instantly pounced over and covered his eyes. "Don't look, don't look!"

The pitch-black darkness made things even more evocative.

At that moment, low and hoarse laughter slowly sounded in her ears, making it difficult for Song Yaoyao to breathe.

"T-turn off the lights."

Huo Yunque vaguely realized something. His Adam's Apple moved gently, and his sexy temperament spread silently.

"I can't see."

Then, a small remote control was stuffed into his hand.

"Hurry up!"

"Yes, sir."

He pressed the wall light switch, and the room fell into darkness.

"Phew..."

Song Yaoyao exhaled lightly. She was so nervous that she was about to die.

"May I ask, Student Song Yaoyao, can you let go of me now?"

Song Yaoyao's eyelashes trembled. Letting go of him, she quickly crawled back into bed like a little loach.

At this point, Huo Yunque was very sure of what Song Yaoyao wanted to do.

"As expected, you really do want to do something bad..."

"Don't say it!"

She was too ashamed to face anyone.

Huo Yunque went to bed and covered himself with a small corner of the blanket. "Oh, okay."

Song Yaoyao watched as he closed his eyes. He was actually planning to sleep.

Song Yaoyao stared at him with her dark eyes. No matter how she looked at it, she could not believe it.

"Gege?"

"Yes?"

"You—" Was he really sleeping now?

"Be good, sleep early."

He stretched out his long arms and pulled Song Yaoyao into his embrace. He rested his chin on the top of her head and gently patted her slender back.

"Good night."

Song Yaoyao: "..."

Hey!

Are you really not going to do anything?

She stared at him, waiting for Huo Yunque to notice something.

In the end, she didn't get anything and fell asleep!

I'm so angry! Why does this person never act as expected?

The next day, the sky was bright.

Huo Yunque was no longer around her.

Song Yaoyao stood up in a daze. When she realized that she had changed into her usual pajamas, her sleepiness was instantly gone.

"What's going on?!"

She scrambled out of bed and rushed into the walk-in wardrobe. In the mirror, she was wearing a pair of long-sleeved pink cotton pajamas. She looked dopey and stupid.

She was short, yet she was wearing something so childish!