Chapter 519 Brother, I Was Wrong

"Um... brother..."

The huge bed bounced, shaking Song Yaoyao's head. She sat up all of a sudden, but let her head hit Huo Yunque's hard chest, and then was pushed back into the big white bed again.

Song Yaoyao blinked, her little face flushed, and she asked in surprise, "Brother, did you come to see me specially?"

"Do not--"

The man held her hands with one hand and pressed them to the top of his head.

Thin lips parted lightly, "I'm here to grab some disobedient little thing and go home."

"Hey! How can I be disobedient!"

Song Yaoyao twisted her body like a caterpillar, very restless.

"Oh?" Huo Yunque's eyes darkened, "Where's the phone? Would you like to see how many calls you've refused these days, eh?"

"I……"

Song Yaoyao said, "I forgot..."

She's been like a absorbent sponge lately, absorbing knowledge frantically. She hadn't used the phone for several days since she threw it on the bedside table on the first day.

When Huo Yunque said this, she knew she was wrong.

His big eyes flashed suddenly, and he twisted his body with a guilty conscience, not daring to look at Huo Yunque.

suddenly--

Song Yaoyao felt something strange.

There was a buzzing sound in her head, and her cheeks were even more red with blood dripping. She pursed her lips and reminded in a low voice, "Brother, can you get up a little bit?"

"Um?"

The man smiled, his eyes darkened.

"continue."

Song Yaoyao could feel the horror, but the man's breathing was very regular and steady.

Even seemed calm.

Song Yaoyao: "Brother..."

"Ah."

Huo Yunque smiled and leaned over slightly, "Since you don't continue, then let me do it—"

"wait for me--"

All the words were swallowed back.

Everything that followed made Song Yaoyao feel that her will was swallowed up. Ups and downs in the deep sea, turbulent waves all around, but she stretched out her hand, but only caught a piece of air.

...

When I woke up again, it was already dawn.

Putting on dry and soft pajamas, Song Yaoyao raised her eyes sleepily, and a handsome face came up.

The man put down the book and picked her up from the bed.

A low, hoarse voice, with a slightly nasty sound of just waking up.

"Um... brother?"

Song Yaoyao knocked on her head, and it took a long time for her to react, and she was shocked: "Brother, how could you—"

She remembered what the man had done to her last night, and her face flushed with shame.

She licked her lips, reluctantly settled down, and asked, "Brother, why are you here? Could it be... Is it really because of me?"

The girl's eyes lit up, she raised her small head, and a dull hair was raised on the top of her black and soft head, which looked very cute and soft.

Like a small white and tender glutinous rice ball, the dip is peach-flavored.

The man stretched out his hand and grabbed the script next to him, and continued to look at it. The other hand was lazily surrounding Song Yaoyao, and her slender fingers were carelessly playing around with her wisps of black.

"The book says that after a woman gets it, she won't cherish it anymore. Song Yaoyao, do you need to reflect on yourself?"

"cough--"

Song Yaoyao choked on her own saliva and coughed a few times, only to realize that Huo Yunque was watching the script she had been revising these days.

She grabbed his nightgown and quickly coaxed softly: "Reflection! I must reflect deeply! And self-examination, I will never do it again next time!"

"And next time?"

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows indifferently, his voice was low, and his aura was full.

Song Yaoyao shrank her head and immediately shook her head, "No, no, no next time!"