Song Yaoyao had only had one glass of wine in the evening, so her mind wasn't too muddled.
However, the alcohol coupled with the man's fresh and pleasant scent put Song Yaoyao in a daze. As a result, she did not know when she had fallen asleep.
She always felt particularly reassured beside this man.
"Master Huo."
Uncle Zhang brought a bowl of soup and left. Huo Yunque carried the tray and put it aside.
A small bump rose on the bed. The girl turned over and curled up under the blanket. She was fast asleep.
Huo Yunque shook his head. He set the temperature of the room to constant and bent down to pick up the clothes on the floor. While he was tidying up, a cell phone fell to the ground.
Ding—
Coincidentally, the cell phone rang.
Rourou: "Yaoyao, are you still running your class tonight? Everyone is waiting on the YY channel."
