"Ha, Shortie."
His lips twitched and he leaned over to pull her up.
Song Yaoyao rolled to the side and avoided his hand.
She was like a clumsy little bear as she crawled to her feet. She adjusted her crooked beanie and rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"So what if I'm short? It's not like I'm eating your food!"
She patted off the snow on her jacket and continued to shovel snow into the bucket.
Huo Ningxi found it amusing. "Then whose home are you living in right now?"
"My home," Song Yaoyao said confidently.
After the bucket was full she pressed it firmly and tipped it out. A round body was quickly formed.
Huo Ningxi had never met a more shameless girl. He raised his eyebrows. "Then why isn't your surname Huo?"
"Gege's surname is Huo. I will eventually marry him, so wherever he is, that's my home."
This answer was not wrong. In fact, it seemed like a display of affection.
But it hurt Huo Ningxi's ears.
