Song Yaoyao's heart relaxed and she breathed out. As she wiped her tears, she patted her chest. "You scared me. I thought..."

As she spoke, she lifted her gaze and looked into the man's cold, dark eyes. It was as though he was staring at a dead person.

"You saw it now? Song Yaoyao where did you think I was hurt? Tell me!"

His scolding tone made Song Yaoyao tremble.

She shrunk back her neck and her face turned red like blood. Her gaze swept across the dining table and glanced outside for help. She didn't want to see Huo Yunque's intimidating expression anymore.

"I..."—she pouted her lips and laughed dryly—"I thought the same thing as you..."

"Oh?"

Huo Yunque held back a smile; his actions tugged on his wound again.

He hissed and leaned back against his pillow, lifting his tightened chin. "Yes, keep lying."

Song Yaoyao: "..."

This was the first time that Song Yaoyao experienced such a difficult conversation with Huo Yunque.

She blinked and quietly looked at his expression. His lips were slightly curved and his smile was subtle.

Ohhh! Gege is so frightening!

Song Yaoyao wanted to cry again. This time, it was out of fear.

To be honest, after she arrived in this world, she hadn't been scared of anything except for Huo Yunque. He wasn't angry often, but when his expression sank, he made Song Yaoyao tremble in fear.

"Think carefully. There's no rush."

He slowly grabbed a glass of water and took a drink. His expression was extremely carefree.

But Song Yaoyao could sense coldness from his calm-looking eyes.

Song Yaoyao gave up and apologized tearily, "Sorry, Gege, I shouldn't have misunderstood! Gege is tall, strong, and unparalleled!"

Huo Yunque paused and gently returned his cup to the bedside table with a tap.

"Gege~"

Song Yaoyao whined quietly. "I know I was wrong~"

"Okay."

Huo Yunque nodded slightly and slowly smiled. His smile was sharp like an ax, immediately shattering the awkward atmosphere. His face was cold and he happened to have a set of evil phoenix eyes. When he smiled, he had a sense of roguishness, teasing one until their legs got weak.

Redness rushed up onto Song Yaoyao's face as though it had a life of its own.

She watched as Huo Yunque narrowed his eyes, leaned in close to the phone, and said something.

Buzz—

Her mind went blank. By the time she realized what was happening, her hand had subconsciously hung up on the video call.

The husky, sexy, roguish, and deep voice echoed in her mind.

"I will try my best to make my partner 'satisfied' with me."

Ahhh!!

Song Yaoyao screamed inside the dining room and slapped herself on the face. She was so red that she looked like a cooked prawn.

After Huo Ningxi was kicked out of the car by Song Yaoyao, he failed to flag down a taxi, so he ended up calling his driver. He stepped into the house with a displeased expression and immediately spotted Song Yaoyao who was screaming. His lips twitched and he asked helplessly, "Are you crazy, Song Yaoyao?"

Her screams stopped...

A few minutes later, Song Yaoyao picked up her phone and headed upstairs without looking back.

Even from a distance, Huo Ningxi could still hear her crazy screams.

"Ahhh!"

"Uncle Zhang..."

Huo Ningxi pointed to the second floor and tapped his own head, "Was she traumatized by something?"

"Ahem...that." Uncle Zhang stood upright with his head down. His smile was warm. "I'm not sure. Miss Song may have experienced something that made her particularly happy."

"Really?"

Huo Ningxi was dumbfounded.