Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

The air seemed to be filled with rich sweetness.

"Errr..." someone couldn't help but speak up, "Sir, are the two of you coming out?"

"Ah!"

Song Yaoyao was shocked. She bit down in surprise and heard a muffled humph beside her ear.

The strong flavor of blood spread through her mouth.

"Gege...I..."

She realized she had done something wrong, but the people outside had already entered the elevator and it was quickly filled to the brim.

Song Yaoyao blushed as she buried herself in Huo Yunque's arms. She was too afraid to even lift her head.

Everyone laughed kindly.

Meanwhile, Huo Yunque bent his waist calmly, looped his arm behind the girl's legs, and lifted her up. He pressed her head against his shoulder, preventing her face from being seen.

"Sorry, we couldn't help it."

The man's voice was raspy and sexy, and his vibe was cold and restrained, making him particularly alluring.

All the girls in the elevator blushed.

"Excuse me. Thank you."

He carried the girl out of the elevator in a composed manner.

"Ahhh!"

After he left, the young women in the elevator couldn't contain their excitement, "F*ck! Who was that man? He's so handsome!!" 

Their colleague sighed in jealousy. "So what if he's handsome, he already belongs to someone else." 

Moreover, all those who entered this hospital were bound to be wealthy and respectable; that man was rich, handsome, and he doted on his girlfriend too! Based on his actions, it was clear that he worshipped her!

Song Yaoyao's head remained lowered as she hugged Huo Yunque's neck until he carried her out of the hospital.

The cold wind swept past. Song Yaoyao slowly revealed her eyes as they got farther and farther away from the hospital. It was nighttime.

Her cheeks were extremely hot as she finally lifted her head to analyze Huo Yunque's 'injury'. "Gege, are your lips okay?" Song Yaoyao stammered. If not for the cold wind, she would probably self-combust from the heat of embarrassment.

"It hurts like hell," the man lied in seriousness.

If Huo Qi and the others were to hear this, they would probably struggle to control their expressions.

This was meant to be a ruthless man who could get stabbed by a knife without flinching. Yet, this small injury hurt him?

It wasn't just Huo Qi and the others, even Elder Huo had never heard him complain about pain.

"Oh? Really?"

But Song Yaoyao believed him. She quickly leaned in to check. "Gege, open your mouth. Let me see if the bite was harsh."

Her voice was soft, and her eyes were overflowing with worry and guilt.

Huo Yunque's lips curved. "Are you worried?"

Song Yaoyao nodded her head firmly. "It's all my fault. Why don't we get Liu Yu to prescribe you some medicine for it?"

If Liu Yu was to find out about this, who knew what he would think.

"No need."

Huo Yunque tilted his head. In the dark of the night, his eyes looked particularly deep. "I have better medicine here."

"What is it?"

"Give me a kiss." The man's lips curved as he spoke seductively.

Song Yaoyao blinked. Not realizing what he was doing, she obediently hugged his neck and placed a kiss on his lips. "And?"

"And?" The man's throat twitched as he let out a raspy laugh. "There's no 'and'..."

"Huh?" Song Yaoyao pouted her lips. "Gege, you tricked me again!"

"No I didn't."

His response was short as he gently touched the girl's protruding lips. He stared at her lovingly as he spoke the most touching words in a cold voice: "The best medicine is in my arms."

It wasn't until they boarded the car that Song Yaoyao finally understood what he meant.