Chapter 371
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Can I Hold Your Hand?
Song Yaoyao felt that Huo Yunque was different from usual tonight.
For example —
Especially easy to talk to?
They got off the car outside the pedestrian street. It was snowing heavily, and the surrounding commercial buildings stood tall. Countless lights gathered together as if it was a sea of stars. On this snowy Christmas night, compared to the day, it was much more prosperous and romantic.
The girl ran to catch up with the tall man in front of her and tugged at his clothes.
She asked, "Brother, can I hold your hand?"
Just like those couples in the past.
Their shoulders and hair were stained with snowflakes.
In the cold wind, they could breathe out white mist when they opened their mouths.
Song Yaoyao shrunk her neck. Her small hand was suddenly held firmly by a large hand.
She looked up in surprise and saw the man's tall and broad back and his short black hair blown by the wind.
"Brother ~ Let's go watch a movie!"
There were many Christmas trees outside those buildings, and the lights on the trees were twinkling.
There was no lack of handsome men and beautiful women here, but tonight, when this pair shuttled through the crowd, they were still particularly eye-catching.
The man's face was handsome and refined. His large palm was tightly clasped with the girl's small hand. The girl looked sweet, and her soft and fluffy long hair was draped over her shoulders. The street lights fell on her small face, and she was exquisite and beautiful.
She seemed to be very happy, and she couldn't help but jump beside the man. The hem of her small dress was rolled up, like a flower blooming in the snow.
Their temperaments were obviously poles apart, but they strangely merged together.
When the man lowered his eyes, the cold lines of his face instantly softened, and there was an enviable doting in his eyes.
Today was Christmas, and there were many couples who chose to watch a movie.
Almost every movie was full. Song Yaoyao leaned against Huo Yunque's side, looking around curiously with wide eyes.
It was also her first time watching a movie outside. So the atmosphere was like this —
Huo Yunque had never liked crowded places. He stood beside the girl and looked around indifferently. When he saw the girls holding popcorn and milk tea in their arms, he paused slightly.
The girls who were noticed by him didn't dare to move. It was as if their acupoints were pressed, and their faces were red.
Ahhhhh! That super handsome guy is looking at me!!! Oh my god, how's my makeup today?
While they were fantasizing about Feifei, Huo Yunque had already calmly retracted his gaze and walked towards the counter.
Song Yaoyao froze and hurriedly ran to catch up.
"Brother, where are you going? Wait for me!"
Her voice was delicate and tender, with just the right amount of sweetness. However, it was a little coquettish, making people feel close to her but not hateful at all.
At least, most of the girls around her thought so.
They watched in amazement as she chased after the man and began to whisper excitedly to their companions.
"Ahhh, she's so beautiful!"
"Her voice is so sweet! It's a baby voice, right? "
"Wuwuwu, Big Brother! I want a big brother too. What kind of love is this? It's so sweet!! "
"Wait … That girl just now, I think I've seen her picture on the Internet?"
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Song Yaoyao chased after Huo Yunque and saw him stop at the counter selling snacks. She frowned and looked at the menu seriously.
"Hello sir, what would you like to order? Uh, what would you like?"
The young lady in charge of selling drinks and snacks in the film studio blushed and stuttered.
"Pfft —"
(End of chapter)
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