She was delicate, like a little lamb shivering in the snow. Her bright red lips opened and closed, but her words were broken beyond recognition.
"Huh? Don't be nervous, speak slowly."
A large palm gently patted her head, strangely calming her anxious heart.
Song Yaoyao let out a breath and slowly took two steps back, opening her palm.
On her fair and tender palm was a dark blue velvet box. The surface of the box was wet with sweat, which showed her nervousness.
"Gege." Song Yaoyao did not dare to look into Huo Yunque's eyes. Whenever she saw his eyes, Song Yaoyao's mind would go blank, and she would completely forget what she was going to say and what she should do next.
"Actually, I have prepared other gifts for you today."
The girl's voice was soft and slightly nasally.
She was delicate and soft, especially pleasant and obedient.
Huo Yunque's eyebrows moved slightly as if he felt something.
