Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Huo Yunque was holding a book in one hand and flipping the book with the other. This action limited Song Yaoyao's range of action.

She struggled a bit and pouted in anger. Then, she leaned on his waist and stopped moving.

"Gege, hug me!"

Her soft voice was so sweet that it could overflow with honey.

Huo Yunque reached out and pulled her into his arms.

He teased, "So useless?"

Song Yaoyao was provoked by his words. She scowled and threw Huo Yunque onto the bed.

The man was caught off guard and fell heavily onto the bed. His body bounced and his pajamas were messed up.

He laughed helplessly, "What are you doing?"

The light above his head shone down on his blue light lenses, refracting a color between blue and purple.

Through the lenses, something seemed to be flowing in his deep eyes.

Song Yao placed her hands on his chest and sat down on his waist.

She said in a delicate voice, "How can a woman be useless?"

"Cough—"

Huo Yunque facepalmed and couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Student Song, did you learn this from your novels?"

Song Yaoyao's eyes blinked and felt guilty for a moment. However, she quickly raised her head high and said, "Forget where I learned this from! Hurry and apologize. I'm clearly very useful!"

She leaned over and tugged the man's earlobe with her small hand.

Pretending to be fierce, she threatened, "Otherwise, I will punish you! Rawr!"

Her voice was cute, but she thought she sounded fierce.

As she leaned over, the collar of her pink pajamas slightly opened.

Huo Yunque forced his smile back. His eyes gradually dimmed, and some emotions began to surge violently.

Song Yaoyao waited for a long time, but there was no response. She looked down and saw the man's dark eyes, which were like thick ink. The passion in them made her heart beat violently.

"Gege, you—ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, the man had already grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the bed.

The world was spinning. By the time Song Yaoyao realized what was happening, their positions had already changed.

The tables had been turned...

Song Yaoyao blushed and put her small hands against the man's chest. "Gege, don't do anything rash..."

"Okay." Huo Yunque's fingers were long and slender. He slowly took off his glasses and threw them aside. He raked the hair that fell from his forehead to the back of his head and slowly lowered his head. "I won't do anything rash, I'll take my time..."

His slightly cold fingers caressed Song Yaoyao's lips. The man's low and magnetic voice was especially alluring in the quiet bedroom.

Click—

The chandelier above his head dimmed, and only the wall lamp emitted a light yellow and warm light.

Song Yaoyao did not know where to look. Her gaze moved away from the man's handsome and refined face and finally landed on his sexy Adam's apple. Her lips moved.

"My punishment."

"Punishment?"

Song Yaoyao blinked and repeated like a parrot.

"Aren't you going to punish me? Come, let me see how capable you are."

The man's slender arms supported her face, trapping Song Yaoyao in a narrow space.

Her nose filled with the man's refreshing scent, and it felt as though it would seep deep into her bones. Whenever she smelled this scent, it would make her excited.

Her face flushed red. "That...wouldn't be too good..."

Her shy eyes were sparkling; she was clearly suppressing her excitement.

The wind outside the window hit the window glass, making a slight sound.

However, this made the bedroom even quieter.