Huo Yunque lowered his head and accurately placed his lips on top of hers.
He was gentle like a water strider gliding across the surface of a lake.
His voice was lazy with a sense of doting. "Go ahead."
"Uh huh~"
Song Yaoyao smiled and curved her eyes. She stood up from her seat obediently and scurried away.
They were affectionate as though no one was around them, and this hurt Huo Ningxi's eyes.
His hands which were sitting on top of the table clenched into fists. As he was using so much force, the veins on the back of his hand protruded.
"What do you want to say?"
Huo Yunque tidied up the girl's plate and wiped his hands with a napkin, meticulously cleaning one finger at a time.
The calmer and more composed he remained, the more uncomfortable Huo Ningxi felt.
His eyes reddened. "She's still a child. She doesn't understand anything!"
"Really?"
