It was almost nine O 'clock when Huo zhongrao arrived at the small apartment he had bought for Xiaoyao.
She entered the password and walked in. All the lights were on. This was little demon's bad habit. As long as it was dark, all the lights had to be turned on.
Huo zhongrao changed his shoes, took off his military uniform, and placed it on the sofa. He rolled up his sleeves and went straight to the bedroom.
The little demon was curled up in the quilt. Huo zhongrao's heart ached when he saw the little thing under the snow-white quilt.
He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to turn the little demon's body.
The little demon opened its mouth. come on the bed and hug me!
His hoarse voice was weak, and one could not hear any anger in it.
Huo zhongrao's deep eyes were filled with fatigue.
The hand that was about to turn her body around froze in midair.
