After the crisp sound, everything seemed to freeze. The young man who had trapped her fell silent.
Song Yaoyao pushed him away abruptly and touched the spot where she was hurt. It was sticky.
"Huo Ningxi, are you out of your mind?!"
She raised her hand high. When she was about to give Huo Ningxi another slap, she heard a shocked voice behind her.
Huo Tian was wearing pajamas, but she wasn't looking for water, she was looking for a drink. She had just finished watching a drama and hadn't fallen asleep yet.
She vaguely heard the sound of something falling to the ground, accompanied by the faint sound of an argument, and walked over.
In the end, she saw this scene.
Song Yaoyao was standing in front of the sofa, and a black figure was kneeling in front of her.
Huo Tian was short-sighted, so she narrowed her eyes and carefully identified him. Although their figures were somewhat similar, Huo Yunque was thinner.