Huo Yunque was holding a book in one hand and flipping the book with the other. This action limited Song Yaoyao's range of action.
She struggled a bit and pouted in anger. Then, she leaned on his waist and stopped moving.
"Gege, hug me!"
Her soft voice was so sweet that it could overflow with honey.
Huo Yunque reached out and pulled her into his arms.
He teased, "So useless?"
Song Yaoyao was provoked by his words. She scowled and threw Huo Yunque onto the bed.
The man was caught off guard and fell heavily onto the bed. His body bounced and his pajamas were messed up.
He laughed helplessly, "What are you doing?"
The light above his head shone down on his blue light lenses, refracting a color between blue and purple.
Through the lenses, something seemed to be flowing in his deep eyes.
Song Yao placed her hands on his chest and sat down on his waist.
She said in a delicate voice, "How can a woman be useless?"
