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Chapter 789

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She would die if she didn't eat sweets for half a month!

"Song Yaoyao, this is not a discussion. It's an order."

Huo Yunque picked up the book again. Song Yaoyao pouted and looked at the cover.

It was Shakespeare's sonnet.

The rain fell on the glass of the greenhouse, dripping.

Song Yaoyao said unwillingly, "Then you're not allowed to come to my room for half a month!"

She raised her eyebrows proudly and gave herself a thumbs up.

I'm such a clever little brat.

In the next second, Huo Yunque's large palm landed on the top of her head and pressed her pride back down.

"Deal."

The Huo family had more than one room.

Song Yaoyao was speechless.

So angry!

She struggled in Huo Yunque's arms a few times before her waist was pinched. The man's voice was calm and had a magical power that made people involuntarily obedient.

"Be good, I'll read you a poem."

"Poem? Shakespeare? "

Song Yaoyao was stunned. She rested her head on the man's collarbone and turned her head to look.

The original book was densely packed with English words.

The thick book was unfamiliar and nostalgic for Song Yaoyao.

Before she died, her brother had just bought her a book by Shakespeare.

The book of poems with maple leaves should still be at her bedside. However, she would never have the chance to open it with her own hands again in this lifetime.

The surroundings were full of flowers and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Huo Yunque used his hand as a comb and gently stroked her hair.

Song Yaoyao's heart suddenly calmed down.

She rubbed her head against his neck and looked up at the raindrops on the transparent glass. Her curly and thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, like butterflies flapping their wings.

The sound of the rain mixed with the man's deep and magnetic voice fermented a special romantic atmosphere.

Song Yaoyao hadn't read this poem yet. It was unfamiliar and novel.

My lover's eyes are not bright.

Coral is far redder than her lips.

Her chest was not as white as snow.

His head of black hair was incomparable to the golden thread.

I have seen pink, red and white roses.

But not a single flower bud bloomed on her face.

There were many fragrant perfumes.

More intoxicating than my lover's breath.

Though I love to hear her whisper,

But he knew that the better sound was still the string instrument.

I confess, too, that the gestures of my lover,

She didn't remind me of an immortal descending to the mortal world.

But God is my witness, I think my love is very rare.

She was in no way inferior to those pretentious beauties.



The rain gradually became heavier, suppressing the man's low murmurs.

But every sentence, every word, seemed to have a life of its own. It passed through her ear canal and jumped to her heart.

Thump, thump, thump …

It was as if even the pitter-patter of rain could not suppress the sound of her heartbeat.

The man saw her slightly red cheeks, as if she had stolen the sunset glow. Huo Yunque couldn't help but chuckle. His chest shook slightly as he gently pinched the back of her neck.

Song Yaoyao hugged his neck and looked up.

Her small face was more delicate than a flower. She focused on describing the man's handsome facial features.

Suddenly, she spoke.

“Shall













day”

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows. In his calm eyes, it was as if a drop of rain had fallen into it, slowly rippling.

Can I compare you to a summer day?

After being slightly stunned, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Song Yaoyao buried herself in his arms, her cheeks burning.

But in her heart, there was a girl in a small dress, spinning and spinning.

She was so excited that she was about to die.

The most comfortable relationship in the world was probably like this.

Snuggling quietly in the rain, with just a sentence, the other party could think of what you were thinking.

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