Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes as he watched her movements calmly.

His hand finally landed on the bathrobe belt around her waist.

The little girl’s hand was cold as she held onto his, trembling slightly. It was obvious that she was extremely nervous.

As she moved, she quietly observed the man’s reaction.

However, she found that his expression was calm, and even his breathing was regular.

This discovery disappointed her a little. When she saw his reaction, her already tensed emotions were like a dam that was on the verge of collapsing.

Tears poured out of her eyes. Her eyelashes trembled, and her tears fell like beads that had lost their thread.

Drops fell on the back of the man’s hand, splashing water.

Huo Yunque sighed and shook his head. He helplessly and lovingly wiped her tears with his fingers.

“Why are you crying?”

“Huhu… I… hic!”

Song Yaoyao cried and hiccuped. Her straight nose was red from crying, and her eyelashes were wet.

She was so pitiful.

Huo Yunque was sobered up by her crying. His eyes showed a touch of heartache. He held her in his arms and patted her back gently, as if he was coaxing a child.

The little girl nestled in his arms. No matter how much he coaxed her, she could not stop her tears.

“Stop crying.”

“Huhuhu…”

Song Yaoyao’s voice was hoarse from sobbing. She was like a sick cat, crying until her little face turned red.

However, she was not crying out loud. Instead, she was sobbing weakly, with a nasally sound. From time to time, she would even hiccup. She was so soft and delicate that her heart almost melted from crying.

Huo Yunque took a blanket from the side and wrapped it around her. He lowered his head and pressed it against her forehead. The two of them were very close to each other.

“If you stop crying, I’ll give you anything you want, okay?”

Song Yaoyao’s eyes were red, and her wet eyelashes swept across the bridge of the man’s nose. “R-really?”

“Yes—”

Huo Yunque did not know whether to laugh or cry. He doted on her but could do nothing about it.

His voice was low and seductive. “As long as you stop crying, I’ll give you anything you want, including my life. Do you want it?”

Song Yaoyao sobbed. Her voice was soft and nasally. “Yes…”

“Ha…”

Huo Yunque shook his head and laughed. A low and hoarse laugh escaped from his thin lips.

Song Yaoyao’s face was red. After crying, she felt much better.

She sat up slightly, firmly held the man’s hand, and pulled the belt of her bathrobe off.

The robe spread open…

The thin dress inside was revealed. It was made of white lace, and it covered her body vaguely, as if it was just a layer of bright moonlight.

The collar and hem of the dress were pink, and the buttons were pearls.

Huo Yunque was slightly startled before his face darkened. He reached out to pull the robe.

“Where did you get these clothes from?”

Song Yaoyao did not dare to look him in the eyes. She wiggled her body and refused to let him have his way. Instead, she fought to take off the entire robe. She lost her temper, immediately grabbed it, and threw it far away.

Huo Yunque looked at the pink bathrobe hanging on the screen a few meters away.

He felt that he would die in the hands of this girl sooner or later.

He lowered his eyes, and his voice was filled with displeasure. “Song Yaoyao, put on your clothes.”

“I don’t want to!”

Tears quickly flowed out of Song Yaoyao’s eyes. She stubbornly pulled a long face and let the tears roll.

She was shy to begin with, and it took almost all her courage to do such a thing.

But look at his reaction…

“Song Yaoyao!”

Huo Yunque’s voice was deep and cold. He wrapped the blanket tightly around her petite body and warned, “I’ll say it again. Go and change your clothes.”

Song Yaoyao was already afraid of him. When he became serious, Song Yaoyao shuddered in fear.