Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Song Yaoyao was so engrossed in the photos that she did not hear the sound of footsteps behind her.

“I haven’t seen these photos in a long time.”

Song Yaoyao was shocked. She turned around and saw Huo Yunque. She instinctively wanted to close the photo album, afraid that Huo Yunque would miss his mother.

She felt that everyone in this family loved Madam Shu very much.

“What are you hiding?”

Huo Yunque sat down beside her and slowly flipped through a photo album.

Song Yaoyao sat quietly beside him and looked at his expression worriedly. “Gege…don’t be sad…”

“Sad?”

Huo Yunque smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Why would I be sad?” His gaze swept past his mother’s eyes in the photo album. “Everyone will die sooner or later. In my heart, she has never left.”

Death was not the end. Forgetting was.

“Let’s look at it together?”

Song Yaoyao’s small hand was placed in the man’s large palm. He pulled her gently and she sat in his arms.

The man’s chin was placed on top of her head. In the quiet bedroom, there was only the occasional soft sound of flipping through the photo album.

“Didn’t you want to look at the photos of me when I was young? Are you satisfied with this?”

Cough—

Song Yaoyao’s eyelashes flickered as her gaze fell upon the Huo Yunque who had just been born and was unable to take care of himself. Photos from that time were just like any typical baby photo.

But she was a little embarrassed and couldn’t look at it.

Meanwhile, the man looked at them very seriously. His expression was calm and composed, without the slightest bit of embarrassment. Even when he saw the embarrassing pictures of himself when he was young.

Song Yaoyao truly felt that her Gege was a god. Wasn’t it normal to feel a little awkward when looking at childhood photos of oneself with another person?

But Huo Yunque was not! He looked at them openly and seriously, like he was studying them.

Therefore, the awkward person became Song Yaoyao.

“You’re blushing.”

After looking at the photo album, Huo Yunque turned her around and placed her on his lap.

He grabbed her chin, and Song Yaoyao’s eyes sparkled as she muttered softly, “I was just embarrassed!”

“Oh? Why were you embarrassed? Was it because you saw my body?”

“Pfff—”

Song Yaoyao was shocked as she met the man’s calm eyes. The bright sunlight shone in from outside the window, and the mottled shadows intertwined with his body, blending into his extremely beautiful face.

“Gege, how did you do it?”

He used a serious tone and said something indecent.

Song Yaoyao was impressed.

“Huh?”

Song Yaoyao played with his hand and explained uncomfortably.

This topic piqued Huo Yunque’s interest. His long and narrow eyes rippled, and he chuckled as he leaned close to Song Yao’s ear and lowered his head…

“Because the current me is enough to make you proud…”

The warm breath landed on Song Yaoyao’s ear, electrifying her and causing her to quiver. She reached out to cover her ears.

Her face was burning red, and she stumbled. “I-I don’t understand what you’re saying!”

As she was about to escape, Huo Yunque grabbed her slender waist and curled his lips.

He was still the same cold and elegant gentleman.

“What I’m saying is, compared to my appearance in the photo, the current me doesn’t disappoint…”

Boom—

The poor, thin-skinned Song Yaoyao felt like she was on fire. Her entire body was emitting hot air, and she wished she could dig a hole to hide in.

The red glow spread throughout her body and bloomed on her fair skin.

Light blue blood vessels were faintly discernible on her slender neck, fragile and alluring.

Song Yaoyao, who had her head lowered, did not notice that the man’s gaze was getting darker and darker.

It was not until she was pressed against the desk in front of her that she realized…

Unfortunately, it was too late.