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Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby
Chapter 743 - If You Get Sick From Hunger, It Will Make My Heart AcheChapter 743: If You Get Sick From Hunger, It Will Make My Heart Ache
Translator: Yunyi
Song Yaoyao put on her clothes, squinted her eyes, and threw the quilt back.
“Gege, get up, I’ll take you out for a walk!”
Her jade-like face was still red as if she had applied blush.
“Mm... but I’m really tired.”
Huo Yunque leaned on the bed with his forehead propped up lazily.
Song Yaoyao pouted. “What? I’m the one who’s tired, okay?”
“Oh? Then why don’t you stay in the room and rest?” the man lowered his voice and suggested with a chuckle.
Song Yaoyao shuddered and quickly shook her head.
“I don’t want to!” She widened her round eyes. “It’s not safe to be in the same room with you!”
She firmly opposed it!
Moreover...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe was almost starving to death!
“Hurry up, hurry up! There’s a God of Love Temple on this island. Everyone says it’s very effective and the night view is especially beautiful. Gege, let’s go and see it together!”
Song Yaoyao pounced on him and pulled him.
Huo Yunque’s phoenix eyes narrowed into a long, narrow line. His Adam’s apple moved slightly, and his hoarse smile spread out, looking particularly sexy.
He lay on the bed, the thin quilt sliding down and covering his abdomen.
Other than the marks left by his previous injuries, there were also some red marks on his upper body.
No matter how exhausted Song Yaoyao got, Huo Yunque refused to move an inch.
“Gege!”
She puffed up her cheeks and stared at him. “If you keep doing this, I’m going to get angry! Are you going or not? If you’re not going, I’ll find someone else!”
“Who?”
“Hmph! There are a lot of people who want to go to the temple with me!”
Amongst all of her classmates, who wouldn’t be willing to go?
“Oh?”
Huo Yunque smiled faintly and opened his thin lips, “A boy?”
Song Yaoyao put her hands in her pockets and looked at him with her chin raised, looking extremely proud.
“It’s none of your business anyway— Woah!”
Before she could finish her sentence, Song Yaoyao shrieked and was pulled into an embrace.
The man turned over and looked down at her, “None of my business?”
His expression gradually turned dangerous.
Song Yaoyao quickly shook her head. A wise man knows the right time to stop. “No, no, no! Of course it’s your business! Of course!” She smiled at Huo Yunque ingratiatingly and sweetly. “Gege is my guardian. If you don’t interfere, who will?”
“Little Liar...”
Huo Yunque sneered, tapped the bridge of her nose with his finger, and sat up.
“Hey... Gege, what are you doing?”
Song Yaoyao turned her head dopily.
Huo Yunque picked up the shirt on the ground and put it on. The belt buckle made a metallic sound.
He did not look back. There were long scratches on his back. When he put on his clothes, the muscles on his shoulders bulged.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe muscles were not exaggerated. In fact, they were nicely shaped and full of strength.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
Huo Yunque casually scratched his hair and reached out to pick Song Yaoyao up from the bed. “What if you get sick from hunger?”
“That won’t happen...” Song Yaoyao felt that she was not so delicate.
“My heart will ache.”
Huo Yunque’s eyes were mischievous. He lowered his head and whispered something into her ear.
Song Yaoyao’s small face was visibly red.
She glared at Huo Yunque with a reproachful look, her eyes rolling with shyness.
“I don’t want to talk to you!”
She flopped to the ground and stomped out of the door before Huo Yunque did.
The night view of Luo Hua Island was indeed as good as Song Yaoyao had said.
The disappearance of the middle-aged man did not cause any disturbances on the island.
Meanwhile, the cell phone that had rolled down to the corner of the floor lit up again and again; the poor thing was once again forgotten in the room.
The God of Love’s Temple was located near the sea, where the lighthouse was dimly lit, and there were small pavilions built along the shore.. In a small open-air bar, the singer-in-residence was playing the guitar and singing in a low voice.