Chapter 542 Song Yaoyao, what do you want to do?

There are traces of her activities everywhere.

"Brother? Are you there?"

Song Yaoya couldn't tell how he felt, disappointed and unwilling. At the same time, he also made up his mind.

Tonight, just succeed, not fail!

She squeezed her small fist and suddenly paused.

He tilted his head and pricked his ears to listen carefully, and seemed to hear the movement from the balcony.

She walked around the big bed lightly.

Pulling open the sliding door, the vision suddenly widened.

This is a closed balcony, with huge French windows rising from the ground, and you can see the scenery in the manor at a glance.

The man opened his arms and leaned back on the soft sofa. Ink-stained black hair hung down, and Crow Crow's eyelashes were long and slender, like a certain insect that had fallen into hibernation, resting on his eyelids.

The bridge of the nose is crisp, and the thin lips are slightly open.

It is a state of complete relaxation.

"Cha, cha, cha..."

Rubbing the floor barefoot, the faint noise made is particularly familiar, Huo Yunque's thin lips lightly hooked, and he did not open his eyes.

The figure gradually approached, and then slipped into his arms.

The nose is filled with the fruity sweetness brought by the shower gel and the light peach flavor.

"Brother, are you drunk?"

"Well……"

Huo Yunque lowered his arms, wrapped her around her instead, and supported her small body in his arms. The long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, appearing casually.

Song Yaoyao couldn't help but fall to the wall clock hanging on the balcony, and the second hand jumped.

In ten minutes, the birthday is over.

Her breathing was trembling and her lips were dry.

"Brother, brother..."

"Ok?"

Huo Yunque noticed that she was wrong, and opened his eyes slightly. What caught the eye was the girl's pinkish jade face, charming and charming. Like the blooming begonia flower, the overwhelming color is permeated, and the pair of watery eyes are also like tears and mist.

"What's wrong? Cold?"

He bent over and picked up her little feet. As soon as he started, he realized that the hand feels wrong.

This time she was not barefoot. The place where his palm touched was a few soft pads.

The simulated touch is a bit like the pad of the cat raised by his mother when he was young.

It's obviously been so long, I thought I had forgotten it long ago, but at first contact, I found that it will last forever.

Never forgotten.

Song Yaoya seemed to be electrocuted all over, and under Huo Yunque's gaze, her face became redder... redder...

The back was stiff, as if a ruler had been placed on her back.

She half-kneeled in Huo Yunque's arms, her thick curled eyelashes incited, and she hardly dared to look at him.

Huo Yunque helplessly lifted her chin, and sniffed slightly, "Drinking?"

Song Yaoya bit her lip and glanced at the wall clock from time to time.

She was afraid that her heart would pop out of her mouth when she opened her mouth.

The nervousness made her palms sweaty, and she just felt terribly hot.

"Song Yaoyao," Huo Yunque squinted her eyes when her mouth was like a clam shell that couldn't be knocked open, and her lips were bleeding. Huo Yunque squinted, "What do you want to do?"

The man was filled with a lot of alcohol tonight, and he could barely stay sober.

But it's only that little--

His always cold voice was stained with alcohol, and it became more mellow and magnetic.

More intoxicating than wine.

"Speak, eh?"

The man squeezed her cheek.

"me……"

Ai Ai during the period of the Song Dynasty, I can't tell at all.

She was crying anxiously, and met the man's eyes helplessly, she suddenly made up her mind, took his big hand, and slowly moved down...

Come on, right?

Hey hey~[aunt laugh·jpg]

(End of this chapter)