Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

So…

When a soft little creature sprang out from under his desk and lay on his lap, Huo Yunque was rendered speechless: “…”

Slightly startled, he stared into the girl’s starry eyes.

She grinned, filled with vitality as she showed her white teeth.

Raising her arms high and holding a big bright red apple in the palm of her hand, she called out, “Gege! Happy Christmas Eve! I wish you safety!”

After he recovered from his surprise, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

“Ha…”

The laugh that resounded from his chest cavity was deep and charming as it spread across the room.

He accepted the apple with one hand and pulled her into his arms with his other hand.

“Just one?”

Song Yaoyao blushed and nodded her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Only you get one~”

The minor special treatment was enough to make the man’s smile increase.

He immediately stood up, giving Song Yaoyao a fright.

“Ah!! Gege, don’t move!”

She clung to Huo Yunque like a koala and swayed a little.

The man wrapped his arm around her waist and carried her like a child away from his office desk, straight into his resting room.

“Gege…”

Song Yaoyao placed her chin on his shoulder and took a breath of his fragrant scent. “Gege, you smell really good. What type of fragrance do you use? I want to use it too~”

The girl kept talking, refusing to rest her lips.

It had certainly been a challenge for her to stay quiet under the desk for so long.

Huo Yunque patted her back and said quietly, “Sit well.”

“Awww…”

Song Yaoyao pouted her lips as she looked around and her hands began to move upwards disobediently.

It eventually fell upon the man’s ears and she quickly gave it a squeeze.

A strange electrical current jumped between their bodies.

The man furrowed his brows and his voice deepened. “Song Yaoyao.”

Song Yaoyao immediately grew anxious. “Yes!”

Since what was done was already done, Song Yaoyao decided that if Huo Yunque got mad at her, she would—

“You shouldn’t casually squeeze a man’s ear!” .

“Huh?” Song Yaoyao didn’t expect this response. “Why? What happens when I do?” she asked curiously as she swung her legs.

Huo Yunque placed her on the sofa. The girl had a small head. As she sunk into the soft sofa, she looked like a little doll.

He rested his hands on the arms of the sofa and his back arched as he looked down at her.

His voice was deep and charming. “When you squeeze it, you… Oh, forget it.”

While Song Yaoyao was feeling anxious, the man gave her such a response. This immediately made her furious.

“Gege! How can you do this?”

“Huh?”

The man staked claim on the other armchair. He grabbed a fruit knife and started cutting the apple.

Song Yaoyao opened her mouth, but she was attracted by the man’s actions.

It was rare for her to see Huo Yunque do such trivial stuff, but the truth was, even when he did stuff like this, he still maintained his calm and serious vibe. This made his actions look particularly attractive; the way that his finger bones protruded as he held onto the fruit knife, and the way his long slender fingers wrapped around the apple. His palm was thin and his joints were defined. His hand was like the most exquisite creation made by God.

If she took a photo and posted it up, people with hand fetishes would definitely be on a high!

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Song Yaoyao quickly took a photo. As Huo Yunque looked at her, she quickly shoved her phone back in her pocket and pretended like nothing had happened.