Chapter 2 I'm Such a Poor Little Boy

"Yaoyao? Are you alright?" Song Jingwan looked at Song Yaoyao's beautiful and refined face, and a trace of jealousy quickly flashed across her eyes. She held Song Yaoyao's hand and asked softly.

Song Yaoyao caught the light in Song Jingwan's eyes, and she hooked her lower lip imperceptibly. But soon, her expression changed, and she grabbed Song Jingwan's hand with her backhand, holding on tight.

She whispered with tears in her eyes: "I'm not good, I'm dying of cold, sister, can you accompany me to change clothes?"

The tip of her nose was red, and her eyes were filled with water mist in a low voice.

Song Jingwan could sense that more and more scrutiny fell on her. She smiled and gently put Song Yaoyao's broken hair behind her ear, "Of course, I won't worry about you going back alone if you don't tell me!"

Saying that, she helped Song Yaoyao, turned around and apologized to everyone: "I'm sorry, I'll be here tonight? She has such a thing happen to her, I have to go back to accompany her."

As the most valued daughter of the Song family, Song Jingwan is the top lady in Fengcheng, and everyone should give her some points.

The party ended with Song Yaoyao falling into the water.

The figures of the two sisters gradually disappeared, and the admiration of others could still be heard.

"Miss Song has such a good personality, she is beautiful and gentle!"

"It's good for her sister, but it's a pity that Song Yaoyao is not a good thing."

"Yes, clearly Jingwan and Huo Shao are a match made in heaven!"

In the midst of the praise, someone scoffed "hypocrisy" and turned around and walked away.

...

Go back to the room.

After taking a shower, Song Yaoyao stood in front of the mirror. She rolled her eyes at the person in the mirror and said with a smile, "Sister, I forgot to bring my clothes in. Can you help me?"

Just like Song Yaoyao, she trusted her sister like that.

But what did her sister do?

Song Jingwan frowned impatiently, but she was patient, she found a random piece of clothing from the closet and walked into the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, when she looked around in the bathroom, there was no Song Yaoyao at all, she was taken aback, "Yaoyao?"

I don't know when Song Yaoyao, who was standing behind her, replied sweetly, "Well, I'm here."

After saying that, he suddenly shot, grabbed Song Jingwan's long hair fiercely, and pressed her head into the bathtub that was already full of water—

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu—"

Song Jingwan was caught off guard, and the water flowed back into her nose. She began to struggle violently, and the hand that was holding her hair was so strong, it seemed like it was about to pull her scalp off!

The breath was deprived little by little, and the suffocation made Song Jingwan more and more desperate.

She desperately tried to grab Song Yaoyao's hand, but couldn't catch anything.

At the moment when she was about to fall into a coma, the figure who grabbed her hair seemed to finally raise her hand, willing to let her live, and ripped her head out of the bathtub.

"call--"

Song Jingwan's pupils were blurred, and she only had time to take a breath. Before she could recover, she was pushed into the bathtub again.

Once, twice, three times...

The man behind him was like a devil, with a smile on his charming little face and deep dimples. She just casually lowered her eyebrows and watched Song Jingwan wandering desperately on the edge of life and death.

The curled eyelashes cast a layer of arc light on the lower eyelid. She looks more and more exquisite, like a doll in the window.

"Sister, is it fun? Huh?" Song Yaoyao tilted her head, pulled Song Jingwan out, and asked softly with a smile.