Normally, these marks wouldn't linger for so long, but this girl's skin was fair, and it felt like a simple pinch could make her cry.
Swish—
Song Yaoyao turned her head and took a few deep breaths as she quickly changed clothes.
Only after she covered all the red marks did she breathe a sigh of relief.
She clenched her fists and tried to endure, but in the end, she couldn't help but yell, "B*st*rd!"
...
"Are you still angry?"
Huo Yunque did as promised and freed an entire day for a date. He turned off his phone and spent the entire day with Song Yaoyao.
As they walked out of the Japanese restaurant, Song Yaoyao lowered her head and walked forward.
The man held onto her hand. She pursed her lips and tried to brush him away but did not succeed.
"Let me guess why you're angry. Is it because of last night?"
"You're not allowed to talk about it!"
