Chapter 867
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
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She continued to sleep soundly.
After a long time …
As she slept, Song Yaoyao felt that something was amiss.
It was as if there was a pair of eyes staring at her, disturbing her sleep.
Song Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat. She had a bad feeling.
She clutched the corner of the blanket nervously and pulled it down slowly …
The next second —
"Ah!"
A scream pierced through the air.
Song Yaoyao's throat was dry and she was trembling.
"Bro, bro?! You … When did you come back? "
Why didn't she remember anything?
The man leaning against the bed flipped through his book calmly. "Last night."
Song Yaoyao trembled again.
Gulp …
She swallowed her saliva and hid under the blanket as she moved to Huo Yunque's side.
She reached out her little hand carefully and tugged at the corner of his shirt.
"Bro, I missed you so much ~"
Of the thirty-six stratagems, acting coquettishly was the best stratagem.
"Yeah, I missed you too."
Not bad, it was a very normal conversation.
However —
Song Yaoyao didn't feel relieved. Instead, she felt her heart clench even more.
Huo Yunque's tone was too calm. It was so calm that it was abnormal!
"Bro, what are you reading?"
She licked her lips and leaned over carefully, trying to ease the atmosphere.
Song Yaoyao could vaguely remember a little, but she couldn't remember it clearly.
Her last memory was of the karaoke room.
As for how she came back and how much Huo Yunque saw, Song Yaoyao didn't know.
Sob sob sob …
I'm dead!
"It's a book about finance."
His reply was methodical and his voice was emotionless.
Song Yaoyao lowered her shoulders and looked at her pajamas.
It was over.
She had changed out of her clothes and even showered.
Last night —
What did she do?
"Bro …"
Song Yaoyao recalled her dark history when she was drunk and couldn't help but size up Huo Yunque.
The man was still wearing silk pajamas with long sleeves and trousers. There was not a single pattern on it. It was the standard cold style.
His face was still as handsome as ever, and his figure was still as good as ever.
However, this was not the main point. The main point was …
The more Song Yaoyao looked, the more frightened she became.
What's wrong with her lips? Why is it swollen? There was even a cut at the corner of his mouth. Those who didn't know would think that Huo Yunque had been beaten up.
The only part of the shirt that was exposed was probably half of his collarbone and Adam's apple.
Within the range of the naked eye, there was a red mark.
It seemed to have been … forcefully carved out by something.
Song Yaoyao was dumbfounded.
She did it? She didn't do it?
The former made Song Yaoyao feel guilty.
The latter made Song Yaoyao angry.
Suddenly, Huo Yunque put down his book, took something from the cabinet, and waved at Song Yaoyao.
"Come, I'll show you something."
His tone sounded as if he was showing her a treasure.
Song Yaoyao swallowed her saliva. She instinctively felt that the content was not what she wanted to see. She immediately shook her head. "I, I don't want to see it!"
Huo Yunque turned on his tablet and played the video.
Although the video could not be seen, the sound was clearly transmitted to Song Yaoyao's ears.
"Bro! Give me a kiss! "
"Bro … I love you so much!"
"Song Yaoyao, let go." His deep voice was filled with helplessness.
"I don't want to, I want a kiss ~ ~"
"Bro ~ ~"
Some words were too embarrassing. Song Yaoyao was so embarrassed that she almost lost consciousness. She felt that she was no longer herself.
She pounced on him, her cheeks red like blood.
"Don't play it! Turn it off! "
"Oh? Why? "
Huo Yunque easily held her in his arms, allowing her to struggle. He stretched out his long arm and dodged her with the tablet.
(End of chapter)
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