Translator: Yunyi
She was the type of person who would scold others whenever she was awake.
Such a strong person could only lie in bed now, like a cripple, unable to move.
This was a fate worse than death.
However, she couldnât even commit suicide, nor did she dare to.
âWenchuan.â
Song Jingwanâs eyes were filled with exhaustion. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen. Clearly, she had cried again.
Song Wenchuan nodded and stood outside the ward to take a look.
Seeing that Zhou Manli had already fallen asleep, he did not go in to disturb her.
âWenchuan, from now on, I only have you.â
Song Jingwan leaned gently into Song Wenchuanâs embrace. Song Wenchuan did not reject her.
The two of them stayed in silence for a while before Song Wenchuan was called away by an emergency call.
Song Jingwan looked sadly at Song Wenchuan as he left. When she was alone in the corridor, her sadness faded like the tide. A relaxed and happy smile surfaced in her eyes.
She walked briskly back to the ward.
On the bed, Zhou Manli was completely unaware. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Song Jingwan gently picked up a wet towel to wipe her fingers. She curled her lips and said, âMom, you can rest in peace in bed from now on, right? I will be filial to you.â
The ward was quiet. The sweet voice of the girl had a coquettish tone, but it was especially strange.
âIf you donât answer me, Iâll take it as a yes.â
So, itâs decided then?
âYouâve been very busy recently.â
Late at night.
Song Yaoyao walked quietly into the bedroom and was shocked by the sudden voice.
She held her chest, her almond-shaped eyes wide open.
âGege, you⦠Why arenât you asleep?â
âIcantt sleep.â
Huo Yunque hooked his finger.
The man in the black silk pajamas looked even sexier than usual. He leaned against the bed and narrowed his eyes.
As soon as Song Yaoyao approached, the world spun around her and she was thrown onto the soft bed.
She bounced up and puffed up her cheeks in protest.
âGege!â
âHuh?â
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and placed his hand on Song Yaoyaoâs head. He slowly leaned over and asked, âWhatâs the matter?â
He had a serious tone but his voice was soft and pleasant to the ear.
Song Yaoyao:
Shouldnât she be the one to ask that?
âWhy arenât you sleeping?â
âTm cold.â
The manâs exquisite face was serious. He lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Song Yaoyao: â⦠How are you cold?!â
Donât try to trick me!
She rolled out of Huo Yunqueâs arms and took out the remote control.
âThe temperature is just right, how can you be cold? Are you sick?â
Although she suspected that Huo Yunque was trying to trick her, Song Yaoyao still reached out her small hand to touch his forehead in concern.
âThe temperature was normal.
However, Huo Yunque did not feel guilty at all that his lie had been exposed. He still looked at Song Yaoyao seriously, which made her heart go soft.
She pouted speechlessly and moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
She coaxed him softly, âAlright, I know Iâve been neglecting you recently. Donât act coquettishly.â
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows. âAct⦠coquettishly?â
Him?
In Song Yaoyaoâs eyes, he was acting coquettishly!
He was so serious and so adorable!
She nestled into his arms and offered him a kiss.
âLlove my Gege so much!â
The girlâs body was emitting an alluring sweet fragrance, and her tone was incredibly soft.
Huo Yunqueâs lips curled up, and his eyes darkened.
He lowered his head and grabbed her waist. Very quickly, the tables turned.
He didnât want to do anything at first, but since the little girl was taking the initiative, wouldnât he look useless if he didnât do anything?
Hmmm.
So, Little Miss Song liked things like this?
Acting coquettish?