Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Normally, these marks wouldn’t linger for so long, but this girl’s skin was fair, and it felt like a simple pinch could make her cry.

Swish—

Song Yaoyao turned her head and took a few deep breaths as she quickly changed clothes.

Only after she covered all the red marks did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She clenched her fists and tried to endure, but in the end, she couldn’t help but yell, “B*st*rd!”

…

“Are you still angry?”

Huo Yunque did as promised and freed an entire day for a date. He turned off his phone and spent the entire day with Song Yaoyao.

As they walked out of the Japanese restaurant, Song Yaoyao lowered her head and walked forward.

The man held onto her hand. She pursed her lips and tried to brush him away but did not succeed.

“Let me guess why you’re angry. Is it because of last night?”

“You’re not allowed to talk about it!”

Song Yaoyao blushed as she quickly jumped up to cover Huo Yunque’s mouth.

Unfortunately, she was too short—she was like a child compared to Huo Yunque—so she couldn’t reach. Instead, she fell into his arms.

“Oh, are you throwing yourself into my arms?” Huo Yunque asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“No!” Song Yaoyao pushed him unhappily but he did not budge.

The man’s arms wrapped around her. “But last night, you clearly… Ow…”

Huo Yunque groaned and pain appeared in his eyes.

Song Yaoyao’s eyelids twitched as she retracted her hand and complained guiltily, “You provoked me first!”

“Fine, you can do whatever you want with me tonight…” He squeezed the back of the girl’s neck and lowered his voice. “Does that make you feel better?”

“I…”

Thinking about the man’s mouth-drying good looks from the previous night, Song Yaoyao licked her lips and pouted. “I don’t care about that!”

However, her white earlobes gradually turned red.

Huo Yunque saw this. “Am I that unattractive to you?”

Although his voice was cold, deep, and charming as usual, Song Yaoyao could hear his disappointment.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She wanted to comfort him, but she was too embarrassed. She looked away. “Fine, I’ll begrudgingly accept it!”

“Oh, begrudgingly?”

The man let go of her neck, grabbed her hand, and pulled her forward.

Unable to see his expression clearly, Song Yaoyao felt a little panicked.

Had she been too harsh? Was he hurt?

Song Yaoyao’s heart ached as she began to reflect on herself. Had she gone too far? The truth was…she wasn’t actually angry. She was simply too proud.

After all, the punishment wasn’t really a punishment; it seemed more like Huo Yunque was serving her.

Last night, she felt like she was walking on clouds. Her mind was empty, and all she felt was joy.

It was a foreign feeling, yet she couldn’t help but think back on it.

It took her half a day before she managed to stitch together some images.

As she thought about it, Song Yaoyao looked at the man’s lonely figure and wanted to slap herself in the face.

Sigh…

I am horrible!

Gege treats me so well, yet I’m trying to hurt him!

“Gege…”

Song Yaoyao called out to Huo Yunque gently as she jogged over to his side. She glanced down at his hip and asked, “Gege, does it hurt?”

Without glancing down, Huo Yunque replied calmly, “Yes, it hurts. My heart hurts.”

Song Yaoyao slapped herself mentally.

“Do you want me to rub it better?”

Huo Yunque’s lips curved slightly as he looked into her eyes. “You said you were begrudgingly accepting my offer…”