Just as Song Lishu was in a daze, Huo Baiyuan suddenly grabbed Song Lishu's waist, lifted her horizontally, and walked out of the bathroom.

Song Lishu subconsciously clung his arm to the man's neck and looked at him in panic.

Huo Baiyuan hugged Song Lishu in the bathroom, put it down on the bed, and then leaned over, lowered his head, and quickly got close to Song Lishu's face.

Song Lishu hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, stared at the man above with wide eyes, and squattedly asked: "What...what?"

Huo Baiyuan blinked and said frankly: "Nianwei, I want to kiss you."

Song Lishu shook his head vigorously: "No."

Huo Baiyuan asked puzzledly: "Why?"

Song Lishu was speechless for a while.

why?

Because she is not really Jiang Nianwei.

Huo Baiyuan curled his lips and put on the look of aggrieved face again. With a pair of expectant eyes, he stared at Song Lishu straightforwardly: "Just a kiss, it's really just a kiss, okay?"

Watching Xia like this, Song Lishu's heart seemed to soften into a puddle of water in an instant, with ripples.

How to refuse?

She couldn't refuse.

"Then... only a kiss on the face is allowed."

Huo Baiyuan nodded: "You take your hand away and cover your face."

Song Li's letter thought it was true, and put down her hand. Just as her hand withdrew from her lips, Huo Baiyuan suddenly lowered her head and pecked on her lips.

Song Lishu was stunned, staring at Huo Baiyuan in disbelief, but saw a sly smile on the corner of the man's lips, and said with a grin, "You have been fooled."

Song Lishu flushed suddenly.

Huo Baiyuan even leaned in front of Song Lishu, not knowing if it was intentional, and asked: "Why is your face so red? Is it too hot?"

Song Li's book started at the beginning, without looking at Huo Baiyuan, his face was a bit solemn and said: "Young Master, this is not allowed next time."

Every time she had close contact with Huo Baiyuan, she felt that she had stolen it by herself, using the identity of Jiang Nianwei, so she would have a guilty conscience, she would be afraid, and sometimes she even thought, if she really was Jiang Nianwei, it would be fine. Unfortunately, there is no such if.

At this moment, the man's broad palm suddenly pinched Song Lishu's face, forcibly pulled her head over, stared at her with a confused and unhappy look, and asked, "Why do you call me the young master?"

Looking directly at the man's deep eyes, Song Lishu only felt that his heart was beating abnormally fast, and he blinked in a panic. He couldn't even speak, "That...what should it be called."

Song Lishu flushed suddenly.

Huo Baiyuan even leaned in front of Song Lishu, not knowing if it was intentional, and asked: "Why is your face so red? Is it too hot?"

Song Li's book started at the beginning, without looking at Huo Baiyuan, his face was a bit solemn and said: "Young Master, this is not allowed next time."

Every time she had close contact with Huo Baiyuan, she felt that she had stolen it by herself, using the identity of Jiang Nianwei, so she would have a guilty conscience, she would be afraid, and sometimes she even thought, if she really was Jiang Nianwei, it would be fine. Unfortunately, there is no such if.

At this moment, the man's broad palm suddenly pinched Song Lishu's face, forcibly pulled her head over, stared at her with a confused and unhappy look, and asked, "Why do you call me the young master?"

Looking directly at the man's deep eyes, Song Lishu only felt that his heart was beating abnormally fast, and he blinked in a panic. He couldn't even speak, "That...what should it be called."