Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby Chapter 195
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So sexy...
Gulp...
Song Yaoyao swallowed and she stared straight ahead.
Her gaze was fiery; it was hard for her not to be noticed.
Huo Yunque slowly looked sideways. Through the half-open glass door, he saw the petite girl, and his face immediately darkened.
"Song Yaoyao, what are you doing?"
A girl was actually perving on a man having a bath?
"Ah!"
Song Yaoyao almost jumped like a thief. "I...uh...I went into the wrong room!"
She twiddled her fingers and her eyes darted.
"Turn around."
Huo Yunque furrowed his brows, his voice was low and cold.
"Uh huh."
Song Yaoyao nodded her head furiously and quickly turned her body.
Behind her, there was a splash followed by the sound of footsteps.
It sounded like bare feet stepping on floorboards.
Images began to form in Song Yaoyao's mind and her cheeks turned so red it looked like blood.
She licked her lips and stood in place for a while. When she didn't hear anything, she disobediently turned her head quietly.
"Oh!"
Everything suddenly went dark as a towel covered her head.
But before this, she was met with a surprising sight.
Song Yaoyao managed to see the man's muscly chest; the outline was clear. Waterdrops glided down his chest, and underneath that...
She saw his sexy abs and his Apollo's belt.
Song Yaoyao was dazed.
Only after the man put on a bathrobe and removed the towel over her head, Song Yaoyao snapped back to reality.
She lifted her head and said weakly, "Gege..."
Two lines of red streamed from her nose.
Huo Yunque touched her forehead, lifted her in his arms, and carried her out. "Song Yaoyao, you better give me an explanation."
Why did she enter his room without saying anything?
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Song Yaoyao kicked her legs helplessly as her feet left the ground and Huo Yunque carried her. Blood slowly covered his body.
"Oh my God, what's this?"
Uncle Zhang approached and was terrified. "Are you hurt? Someone come! Go call Doctor Liu!"
"Sir, Miss, which one of you are hurt? Why is there so much blood?"
Song 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.
Her nose was bleeding because she had looked at Gege's body. If she revealed this, then she would rather die!
Sensing her discomfort, Huo Yunque held back a laugh and humphed. He then carried her back to her room.
It didn't take long before Liu Yu arrived with his medicine chest. When he saw the familiar bedroom, he sighed.
It was this girl again.
"What is it this time?"
Last time, when he wanted to give her an injection, she almost took his life. This time, he didn't want to attempt that again.
He 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.
"Sir..." Liu Yu's mouth was opened so wide in shock that an egg could fit in it. "Are you guys this hardcore?"
There was even blood.
The 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.
Who would have thought...
Liu Yu thought to himself.
Boom—
Realization exploded in Song Yaoyao's mind and it went blank.
Although she didn't know much, she actually understood what Liu Yu was insinuating.
Shocked by this, her nose began to bleed even more.
"Huhuhu..."
Huo Yunque furrowed his brows and he glanced coldly at Liu Yu.
"Why are you still standing there?"
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