"F*ck... What the hell?!"

The man finally realized he had encountered a tough enemy. He cursed, pulled open his collar, and approached Song Yaoyao. "Hey, girl! Are you planning to leave after hitting my people? And you, do you know who I am? Huh? This is my territory. I can—"

"Ah!"

Huo Yunque pulled back his hand and wrapped the girl in his arms.

The man was sent flying as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Huo Qi was speechless. He took a glance at the man; his chest was practically dented.

The Master didn't normally attack, but when he did, it was lethal!

With this thought, he realized how Miss Song and the Master were a perfect match.

Only the Master could control this violent girl.

The man's eyes scanned across the people on the ground as though he was looking at a pile of ants. His tone was cold.

"Deal with them."

Huo Qi nodded. "Yes."

"Gege."

Song Yaoyao hooked her arms around Huo Yunque's neck. Seeing that he was taking her away, she quickly asked, "Can you get someone to take Rourou home?"

Huo Yunque paused.

Tang Xinrou quickly waved her hands and smiled. "I can catch a taxi home. It's fine. I—"

"Miss Song, don't worry, I'll take Miss Tang home."

As a qualified follower, Huo Qi was well-skilled at sucking up.

Regardless of everything...he was not going to let anyone disturb the Master's alone time; no matter what, he was going to create this chance for him!

"Errr..." Song Yaoyao looked at Tang Xinrou.

Tang Xinrou immediately waved her hand and smiled. "Hurry home! Remember to apply ointment! Don't cry. You won't look good if your eyes are swollen~"

She cheekily pointed at Huo Yunque's back with an underlying meaning.

Song Yaoyao continued to cry, but when she saw this gesture, she immediately started laughing.

"See you, Rourou~"

"See you, Yaoyao~"

The two girls bid each other farewell.

It had been a month since Tang Xinrou saw Song Yaoyao smile sweetly like this. She breathed a sigh of relief. How she had missed it!

Perhaps, she should thank Xu Yue for tonight!

Song Yaoyao hooked her arm around Huo Yunque's neck. Although her eyes were teary, she did not forget to look at the man's face.

His dark hair hung naturally, and his expression was cold and indifferent as usual. It seemed, he had come from home. On his body, he was still wearing a set of baggy loungewear. His light brown knitted sweater made him look slightly softer.

But the thing that attracted Song Yaoyao the most was his eyes. She noticed them the first time she met him.

His eyelashes were like feathers, and his eyes were dark and deep like the ocean; he was completely alluring. The icy fragrance from his body made Song Yaoyao the most comfortable. As long as he was around, it felt as though there was nothing to worry about. Even if the sky fell down, she could hide in his arms and pretend to be an oblivious little woman.

She still remembered the first time they met and his sudden glance.

The man was classy, noble, aloof, and cold. But now...

Huo Yunque sensed Song Yaoyao's passionate gaze and lowered his eyes. "What's wrong? Does your hand hurt?"

His cold voice was clearly concerned.

Whoosh—

Everything in Song Yaoyao's mind disappeared and all she had in her eyes was this man.

He lowered his head like a God who had stepped down from heaven, emitting a sense of passion and desire.

Song Yaoyao tightened her grip around his neck and leaned in to bite his ear. "Gege, have I ever told you that I really like you?~"