As her voice fell, laughter filled the room.

Huo Yunque pulled her out from under the quilt and his icy eyes immediately melted. “Song Yaoyao, what do you spend all day thinking about?” he teased.

A dream revealed one’s innermost desire.

The girl’s dreams were becoming more and more elaborate.

It seemed, in the future, he couldn’t let her sleep away from home, just in case…

“Huh?”

Song Yaoyao was pulled out, and her hair draped messily on her shoulders. Her delicate little face was pale.

She blinked in disbelief.

“Gege, are you not angry at me?”

Was he letting it go like this?

“Stop thinking about stuff like that from now on.”

Huo Yunque stretched out his hand and squeezed her cheeks, leaving a red mark on her face. He then stepped off the bed and left.

“Hurry and get out of bed. Don’t be late.”

“Okay!”

Song Yaoyao pouted as she held her cheek. She was upset, but she did not dare to voice her frustrations.

All she could do was hold back the tears that were swirling in her eyes.

She watched as Huo Yunque disappeared and the door closed.

All of a sudden, she blinked back her tears, dived under her quilt, and punched the bed.

“Ahhh!”

Huo Yunque paused and couldn’t help but laugh.

The girl was delicate yet she was making all this noise. What was she doing in the room now?

“Small Uncle, you and Song Yaoyao—”

Forget it…

Huo Ningxi was dressed in athletic gear, sweat dripping down his forehead. Clearly, he had just returned from a jog.

He watched as Huo Yunque left Song Yaoyao’s bedroom and his eyes fell upon the red marks on his neck. He froze, pressed his lips together, and did not ask any further. He lowered his head at Huo Yunque. “Small Uncle, I will go have a bath first.”

After saying this, he quickly walked past. However, his pace was messy, and his calmness was replaced with frustration.

“Ha…”

Huo Yunque laughed and turned to return to his bedroom.

He never had to explain his actions.

It didn’t matter whether Huo Ningxi misunderstood or not. It had nothing to do with him.

…

Song Yaoyao didn’t log onto social media often. Her dealings with Meng Qiqi only took place once a week. Initially, when Meng Qiqi realized that Song Yaoyao wanted to make money, she decided to introduce some new clients to her. But Song Yaoyao rejected her offer.

She had to study, read books, and she still needed to tutor the kids in the third class.

She was always busy. How did she have time to retouch photos?

As soon as boarded the car, she logged onto QQ and numerous messages popped up.

Meng Qiqi: Ahhhhhh!! I’m so jealous!!

Meng Qiqi: Babe! Did you see Xingxing’s Weibo? He signed 50 autographs! I’ve collected all his albums and singles, but I still don’t have his autograph!

Meng Qiqi: I’m so jealous! Whoever got those autographs must have saved someone in their past life.

It’s Yaoyao: …

If she was right, Meng Qiqi was talking about the autographs that she had.

In that case, did she save 50 galaxies in her last life?

It’s Yaoyao: I have them. Do you want?

Meng Qiqi: ???

Meng Qiqi: Hahaha, babe, what a funny joke. Don’t you remember how you placed a huge bid on one last year and failed?

Song Yaoyao did not reply because Huo Ningxi was talking to her.

His eyes darted and he twisted his face.

Song Yaoyao was confused.

“Song Yaoyao, are you feeling unwell anywhere?” he asked.

Huo Ningxi’s eyes scanned across her. His expression was really strange.

Song Yaoyao watched as he looked down, lifted his shoulders, and kicked his feet. “Huh? I’m fine. Huo Ningxi…” she looked at the boy speechlessly, “What do you want to ask? Just say it.”