Chapter 541
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The Early Stamp, the Early Enjoy
Ding!
The phone on the bed vibrated.
Song Yaoyao took a deep breath and opened it slowly.
Seeing the conversation on the phone, the temperature on her face rose again.
And it was getting hotter and hotter.
Rourou: [Hehehe.Jpg]
Rourou: Baby, have you seen the gift? Do you like it?
Rourou: Trust my taste! No matter how cold and abstinent your Brother Huo is, he will definitely turn into a beast when he sees you wearing this!
Rourou: [You know what I mean, right?]
Rourou: You have the right time and the right place. All you need now is the right person! Baby, be brave. Go!
Rourou: Think about it. Your Brother Huo is so seductive. Even my aunt, a married woman, can't take her eyes off your Brother Huo when he smiles. If it were those unmarried little girls, they would have lost their souls!
Rourou: The Early Stamp, the Early Enjoy!
Rourou: But you must take good protective measures. Love you ~ [Kiss · jpg]
Slap!
Song Yaoyao hurriedly turned off the phone and threw it far away.
She patted her face. Under the light, her small face was as bright as the morning sun. Her eyes were watery as if they were full of love.
She probably didn't know how alluring she looked.
Tang Xinrou's words triggered Song Yaoyao. Every time she went out with Huo Yunque, there would always be girls peeking at her brother behind his back and trying to take photos!
Song Yaoyao believed that as long as they had the chance, there would definitely be people who would pounce on him without hesitation.
There would never be a lack of such people in this world.
She bit her lip so hard that it almost bled. Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the belt of her bathrobe with the courage to stake everything on one throw …
…
Knock, knock, knock.
Knock, knock, knock.
Song Yaoyao knocked on the door, but no one answered.
She was stunned for a moment and began to think of retreating.
However, when she thought of her purpose, she gripped the edge of her bathrobe and gritted her teeth to open the door.
"Crack —"
The door opened.
Nowadays, Huo Yunque never locked the door to his room. This was to prevent her from sneaking in when she was sleeping at night.
Now, it was convenient for Song Yaoyao.
Thump, thump, thump …
Every step he took felt like he was stepping on his heart, causing his heart to beat violently.
Her throat was extremely dry, her face was burning red, and her head was dizzy.
Before she came, she had finished half a bottle of red wine …
Now that she was drunk, Song Yaoyao pursed her lips and felt indignant.
Who said that drinking boosts one's courage? He was completely unreliable!
She was still scared.
The room was quiet, and the first thing she did was look at the bed.
The dark blue bed was neatly made, and there were no traces of sleep. Under the warm yellow wall lamp, there were a few cute little dolls.
It was brought over by Song Yaoyao. She said, "Brother, your room is too dull. Let me add some color to it!"
Huo Yunque naturally let her be.
There were traces of her everywhere. Her little slippers were by the bed, and there was a light pink porcelain cup next to the white porcelain cup.
That was hers.
There was also the book on the bedside table: "The Director's Self-cultivation".
It was one of the books she read every night.
Song Yaoyao kicked off her slippers and stepped on the furry carpet. The carpet used to be velvet. After she moved in, it was changed to this kind of carpet.
Because she always liked to run around barefoot, the furry carpet obviously felt better.
There was a small blanket on the sofa that she usually used, and a coat that she forgot to take with her the last time.
Look —
She was like an arrogant and unreasonable intruder, overbearingly infecting the once strict and cold bedroom with her own aura bit by bit.
(End of Chapter)
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