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nSo sexy…

nGulp…

nSong Yaoyao swallowed and she stared straight ahead.

nHer gaze was fiery; it was hard for her not to be noticed.

nHuo Yunque slowly looked sideways. Through the half-open glass door, he saw the petite girl, and his face immediately darkened.

n“Song Yaoyao, what are you doing?”

nA girl was actually perving on a man having a bath?

n“Ah!”

nSong Yaoyao almost jumped like a thief. “I…uh…I went into the wrong room!”

nShe twiddled her fingers and her eyes darted.

n“Turn around.”

nHuo Yunque furrowed his brows, his voice was low and cold.

n“Uh huh.”

nSong Yaoyao nodded her head furiously and quickly turned her body.

nBehind her, there was a splash followed by the sound of footsteps.

nIt sounded like bare feet stepping on floorboards.

nImages began to form in Song Yaoyao’s mind and her cheeks turned so red it looked like blood.

nShe licked her lips and stood in place for a while. When she didn’t hear anything, she disobediently turned her head quietly.

n“Oh!”

nEverything suddenly went dark as a towel covered her head.

nBut before this, she was met with a surprising sight.

nSong Yaoyao managed to see the man’s muscly chest; the outline was clear. Waterdrops glided down his chest, and underneath that…

nShe saw his sexy abs and his Apollo’s belt.

nSong Yaoyao was dazed.

nOnly after the man put on a bathrobe and removed the towel over her head, Song Yaoyao snapped back to reality.

nShe lifted her head and said weakly, “Gege…”

nTwo lines of red streamed from her nose.

nHuo Yunque touched her forehead, lifted her in his arms, and carried her out. “Song Yaoyao, you better give me an explanation.”

nWhy did she enter his room without saying anything?

nSong Yaoyao kicked her legs helplessly as her feet left the ground and Huo Yunque carried her. Blood slowly covered his body.

n“Oh my God, what’s this?”

nUncle Zhang approached and was terrified. “Are you hurt? Someone come! Go call Doctor Liu!”

n“Sir, Miss, which one of you are hurt? Why is there so much blood?”

nSong Yaoyao’s chin was supported by a big palm. When she heard Uncle Zhang’s question, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and hide in it.

nHer nose was bleeding because she had looked at Gege’s body. If she revealed this, then she would rather die!

nSensing her discomfort, Huo Yunque held back a laugh and humphed. He then carried her back to her room.

nIt didn’t take long before Liu Yu arrived with his medicine chest. When he saw the familiar bedroom, he sighed.

nIt was this girl again.

n“What is it this time?”

nLast time, when he wanted to give her an injection, she almost took his life. This time, he didn’t want to attempt that again.

nHe looked at her and saw her huddled up against the sofa. Next to her, the man was disheveled and there was blood on his bathrobe. Most importantly, his hair was damp, and his collar was up. It was hard not to imagine things.

n“Sir…” Liu Yu’s mouth was opened so wide in shock that an egg could fit in it. “Are you guys this hardcore?”

nThere was even blood.

nThe man lowered his head, his chin was sharp and cold as he pursed his lips. Even though he was a mess, he still looked domineering.

nWho would have thought…

nLiu Yu thought to himself.

nBoom—

nRealization exploded in Song Yaoyao’s mind and it went blank.

nAlthough she didn’t know much, she actually understood what Liu Yu was insinuating.

nShocked by this, her nose began to bleed even more.

n“Huhuhu…”

nHuo Yunque furrowed his brows and he glanced coldly at Liu Yu.

n“Why are you still standing there?”

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