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Chapter 633

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As You Asked: I Won't Do Anything

"But what should I do?" He took off his glasses slowly and tucked his fringe behind his head. "As long as I see you, I can't help but want to do some … um … indecent things."

Song Yaoyao: "???"

"So," the man lifted her up with one hand and put her under the bed. "In order to prevent me from doing bad things, Song Yaoyao, please rest alone tonight, okay?"

"Hey —"

Song Yaoyao felt offended, so she flailed her arms a little.

Her face was red. "That's because you have evil thoughts. What does it have to do with me? I don't care! I'm going to sleep here tonight! "

She waved her fist and glared at Huo Yunque arrogantly. Then she jumped onto the bed and crawled under the blanket.

She clutched the edge of the thin blanket and her dark eyes were full of smugness.

"Oh?"

Huo Yunque put down his book. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm very sure!"

Song Yaoyao made a face at him. She looked like she wanted to see what he could do to her.

In fact, Huo Yunque couldn't do anything to her.

He just smiled darkly and accepted the reality.

Then …

Under Song Yaoyao's smug gaze, he put his hand on his collar.

Song Yaoyao had a bad feeling. "What are you doing?!"

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows. "Sleeping, of course."

Song Yaoyao had said many times before that she felt that Huo Yunque was sexy and seductive, even if it was just a strand of hair. Not to mention that there were so many extreme manipulators in the world. His pampered hands were on the buttons and he slowly unbuttoned them one by one.

That scene, that impact …

Song Yaoyao was about to have a nosebleed!

She wrapped the blanket tightly around herself. "If you mess around, you're going back on your word!"

Let's see who can control who!

"So I'm like this in your heart —" Huo Yunque clicked his tongue. "You really hurt me."

Huo Yunque's silk shirt slid down. His expression was indifferent and his eyes were half-closed.

He had a lazy look on his face as if he didn't care about anything else.

Song Yaoyao's gaze involuntarily fell on him. In an instant, her gaze was glued to him and she could not look away.

She looked at him drinking water. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

It was a silent seduction.

Song Yaoyao's heart string tightened …

Just a little bit more and it would break!

The man's slightly cold fingertips touched her lips. His voice was low to begin with, and now that he deliberately lowered his voice beside her, it became even more hoarse and restrained.

"Use this instead of a goodnight kiss. Then, goodnight, girlfriend."

The scent that lingered in Song Yaoyao's nose was pulled away bit by bit. It was like the purest snow on a snowy mountain, so clear that there was not a trace of impurities.

But the cleaner it was, the more people wanted to get their hands on it.

.....

.....

Thump, thump, thump …

The girl's heartbeat was like a drum. It was especially clear.

In the dark, the Man turned over, his dark eyelashes drooping.

Everything was silent.

It was a good time to do something bad.

Anyway, he couldn't see her expression!

Song Yaoyao licked her lips and snuck under the blanket. Like a thief, she crawled over bit by bit.

She was noticed before she got close.

The Man's breath was colder than the moonlight.

"Watch your hand, Song Yaoyao."

This reminder made Song Yaoyao blush. She gritted her teeth. She knew the Man was doing it on purpose. It wasn't that he didn't want to do it, but his self-control was much better than hers.

He wasn't a good person, so why was he pretending to be a gentleman?

Yes, at this moment, Song Yaoyao had an epiphany!

(End of chapter)

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