Chapter 485
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Phobia of choice
The man was wearing a grayish-blue shirt with a sweater vest over it. It was dark brown checkered. If someone else were to wear such an outfit, they might look old-fashioned and rustic.
But on the man in front of her, his gentle and elegant temperament was vividly displayed.
Like an elegant gentleman from the ancient West, he bowed slightly to Song Yaoyao.
If it wasn't for the fact that it was inappropriate, one would almost think that they had traveled through a thousand years and entered that strict and romantic era.
Song Yaoyao's cheeks slowly warmed up. Looking at Huo Yunque's noble and cold appearance, she couldn't help but recall last night — —
In Huo Yunque's eyes, the young girl's expression was clearly that of someone who was extremely shy, but still had to pull a long face and put on a look that said, "I'm very angry, don't talk to me!"
He let out a low sigh and took the initiative to hold her little hand, lowering his head to plant a kiss on the back of her hand.
"You —"
The back of Song Yaoyao's hand seemed to have been scalded and she quickly withdrew it.
The corners of her eyes were red, making her look exceptionally alluring.
"You're not allowed to kiss me!" She pouted and stomped her feet angrily.
"Good morning kiss."
Huo Yunque smirked.
In his smiling eyes, Song Yaoyao almost couldn't hold it in.
She quickly slammed the door and said stiffly, "I'm going to wash up!"
"Boom!"
The door was slammed shut in front of him. Huo Yunque was stunned for a moment before he burst into laughter.
Uncle Zhang walked up and saw this scene.
He asked worriedly, "Sir, did you make Miss Song angry?"
"Should — be?"
He gently knocked on the door. "Then I'll wait for you downstairs. Don't be too late."
With that, he walked down the stairs with graceful steps.
Uncle Zhang was left behind, looking at the tightly shut door. He was extremely worried.
Sigh …
How could a young couple not quarrel? Even someone as high and mighty as their master was just an ordinary person when it came to relationships.
If the two of them quarreled, would Sir take the initiative to lower his head?
Miss Song was delicate and young.
According to Uncle Zhang's idea, Mister had to give in to her!
But in reality, Uncle Zhang was overthinking things.
In the room —
In the huge cloakroom, rows of cabinets were opened, and the small sofa was full of things.
It was full of this season's latest women's clothing. After careful selection, the clothes that were most suitable for Song Yaoyao would finally appear in her cloakroom.
And now, facing so many dazzling clothes, Song Yaoyao felt a headache coming on.
"What should we do? What should we do?! "
She scratched her hair and paced back and forth in the cloakroom. There were so many clothes that she almost had a phobia of choice.
This was the first time she was going on a date with her brother during the day. Of course, she had to —
Cough, at the very least, she couldn't dress too ugly, right?
"Should I wear trousers or a skirt?"
Song Yaoyao held a pair of white trousers in one hand and a pleated skirt in the other. She was conflicted about which one was better.
The pleated skirt was made of wool. It was a red and white checkered style with faintly discernible silver threads mixed in. Under the light, it looked sparkling and had a New Year's atmosphere.
Song Yaoyao gestured twice and finally made a decision!
She found a red sweater and a baby-collar shirt. Just as she took off her pajamas, she inadvertently glanced through the mirror. Song Yaoyao's posture stiffened.
In the mirror, the girl's skin was as white as jade and seemed transparent under the light. At this moment, starting from her neck and spreading all the way to her lower abdomen, it was full of red marks.
(End of chapter)
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