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Chapter 154

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That's right, that's it!

Song Yaoyao tried her best to straighten her back so that she wouldn't feel guilty.

Huo Yunque curved his thin lips and said lazily, "Song Yaoyao, how many more things are you hiding from me?"

Song Yaoyao, who was sitting in his arms, was stunned. She clenched her fists and stole a glance at him.

Her gaze instantly collided with his deep eyes.

"Big brother, I …" She opened her small mouth. This matter was too bizarre, even she sometimes felt like she was dreaming.

Reincarnated in someone else's body?

And this wasn't a good place to discuss such matters.

"You don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Song Yaoyao paused. "Brother, are you angry?" She tugged at his sleeve timidly and swayed it gently.

"Tsk —"

Huo Yunque shook his head. He flipped his hand and held her hand in his.

"Why would I be angry?"

Song Yaoyao couldn't take in this sentence at all.

Her mind went blank, and then fireworks exploded in her mind.

Ahhhh, Brother took the initiative to hold my hand. What does he mean by this? Has he finally been touched by me?!

Is he going to become my boyfriend?!

Song Yaoyao's mind was running wild and she was so agitated that her face flushed red.

Huo Yunque flicked her forehead with his finger.

"Ouch!"

Song Yaoyao covered her head and came back to her senses. She glared at him accusingly. "Brother, what are you doing?!"

"What are you thinking about?" Huo Yunque raised his brow.

It would have been better if he hadn't asked. The moment he did, Song Yaoyao's face burned even more.

She was thinking about when she could become Brother's little girlfriend.

Her eyes were watery and she didn't realize that she had unknowingly said those words.

"Girlfriend?"

"Ah?!"

Song Yaoyao was shocked. "I- I …"

What was going on? How did Brother know what she was thinking?! Could it be that she had been imagining things too much and had blurted out her thoughts?

AHHHHHH NOOOO!!!

Song Yaoyao collapsed and crashed into Huo Yunque's chest, pretending to be dead.

The back of Song Yaoyao's neck was pinched. She shrunk her shoulders and shivered.

Beside her ear was the man's hoarse and lazy voice. It was neither fast nor slow, neither fast nor slow, neither slow nor fast, neither slow nor fast. It was calm and unhurried, yet exceptionally bewitching.

"Song Yaoyao, you want to be my girlfriend?"

He was calm and composed, unlike Song Yaoyao, who was flushed from head to toe. Her body was so hot that she felt like she was going to evaporate into thin air.

"I didn't!"

She groaned and struggled pointlessly in Huo Yunque's arms. She regretted it the moment the words left her mouth.

No way! How could he let go of such a good opportunity so easily?

She suddenly mustered up her courage. "No, no, I do!"

"Hmm? Is there? "

Huo Yunque's eyes drooped lazily, but he was in a good mood.

The man came out of the meeting wearing a shirt and trousers. His black shirt was rolled up to his elbows. It was rare that he did not wear the prayer beads that he always wore. Instead, he wore a wristwatch.

The girl was wearing a pink, fluffy jacket and a little skirt. Her soft black hair hung behind her head as she obediently buried herself in his arms.

Judging from their appearances, the two of them had nothing in common. If it was in the past, Huo Yunque would never have thought that he would be soft-hearted towards such a girl.

No — —

It should be said that he had never considered the existence of a female creature in his life plan.

But now, this scene seemed strange. The magnetic field between the two of them was strangely merging.

"Yes!" Song Yaoyao closed her eyes and nodded with determination. Her soft voice trembled a little. "Then, Brother, have you considered having a girlfriend?"

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