As her voice fell, laughter filled the room.
Huo Yunque pulled her out from under the quilt and his icy eyes immediately melted. âSong Yaoyao, what do you spend all day thinking about?â he teased.
A dream revealed oneâs innermost desire.
The girlâs dreams were becoming more and more elaborate.
It seemed, in the future, he couldnât let her sleep away from home, just in case...
âHuh?â
Song Yaoyao was pulled out, and her hair draped messily on her shoulders. Her delicate little face was pale.
She blinked in disbelief.
âGege, are you not angry at me?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Was he letting it go like this?
âStop thinking about stuff like that from now on.â
Huo Yunque stretched out his hand and squeezed her cheeks, leaving a red mark on her face. He then stepped off the bed and left.
âHurry and get out of bed. Donât be late.â
âOkay!â
Song Yaoyao pouted as she held her cheek. She was upset, but she did not dare to voice her frustrations.
All she could do was hold back the tears that were swirling in her eyes.
She watched as Huo Yunque disappeared and the door closed.
All of a sudden, she blinked back her tears, dived under her quilt, and punched the bed.
âAhhh!â
Huo Yunque paused and couldnât help but laugh.
The girl was delicate yet she was making all this noise. What was she doing in the room now?
âSmall Uncle, you and Song Yaoyaoââ
Forget it...
Huo Ningxi was dressed in athletic gear, sweat dripping down his forehead. Clearly, he had just returned from a jog.
He watched as Huo Yunque left Song Yaoyaoâs bedroom and his eyes fell upon the red marks on his neck. He froze, pressed his lips together, and did not ask any further. He lowered his head at Huo Yunque. âSmall Uncle, I will go have a bath first.â
After saying this, he quickly walked past. However, his pace was messy, and his calmness was replaced with frustration.
âHa...â
Huo Yunque laughed and turned to return to his bedroom.
He never had to explain his actions.
It didnât matter whether Huo Ningxi misunderstood or not. It had nothing to do with him.
...
Song Yaoyao didnât log onto social media often. Her dealings with Meng Qiqi only took place once a week. Initially, when Meng Qiqi realized that Song Yaoyao wanted to make money, she decided to introduce some new clients to her. But Song Yaoyao rejected her offer.
She had to study, read books, and she still needed to tutor the kids in the third class.
She was always busy. How did she have time to retouch photos?
As soon as boarded the car, she logged onto QQ and numerous messages popped up.
Meng Qiqi: Ahhhhhh!! Iâm so jealous!!
Meng Qiqi: Babe! Did you see Xingxingâs Weibo? He signed 50 autographs! Iâve collected all his albums and singles, but I still donât have his autograph!
Meng Qiqi: Iâm so jealous! Whoever got those autographs must have saved someone in their past life.
Itâs Yaoyao: ...
If she was right, Meng Qiqi was talking about the autographs that she had.
In that case, did she save 50 galaxies in her last life?
Itâs Yaoyao: I have them. Do you want?
Meng Qiqi: ???
Meng Qiqi: Hahaha, babe, what a funny joke. Donât you remember how you placed a huge bid on one last year and failed?
Song Yaoyao did not reply because Huo Ningxi was talking to her.
His eyes darted and he twisted his face.
Song Yaoyao was confused.
âSong Yaoyao, are you feeling unwell anywhere?â he asked.
Huo Ningxiâs eyes scanned across her. His expression was really strange.
Song Yaoyao watched as he looked down, lifted his shoulders, and kicked his feet. âHuh? Iâm fine. Huo Ningxi...â she looked at the boy speechlessly, âWhat do you want to ask? Just say it.â