- Presidential palace-
When Huo zhongrao got home, it was already past 11 pm. After he took a shower, it was already 12 pm.
She placed her hand on the handle of the bedroom door and hesitated for a few seconds. She did not open the door. Just as she turned around and was about to leave, the door opened ...
The little demon stood at the door, wearing a royal blue silk spaghetti strap nightdress. She looked enchanting and flirtatious, but her pretty face was obviously angry.
Her eyes were red, and it seemed like she had been crying. Huo zhongrao sighed slightly and stepped forward to hug her.
"Alright, don't be angry."
"Don't hug me!" The little demon struggled and spoke with a nasal voice, full of grievances.
"If you don't let me hug you, who do you want to hug?"
Huo zhongrao kissed the little demon's forehead. He had always been a man of few words and smiles, but now he had a faint, pampering smile on his lips.
"I'll let anyone hug me but you, liar."
