A Sonnet

She would die if she did not eat dessert for half a month!

"Song Yaoyao, this is not a negotiation, it's an order."

Huo Yunque picked up the book again. Song Yaoyao pouted and looked at the cover.

It was a Shakespearean sonnet.

The rain fell on the glass of the greenhouse with a tapping sound.

Song Yaoyao said unhappily, "Then you're not allowed to come to my room for half a month!"

She raised her eyebrows smugly and gave herself a thumbs up on the inside.

I'm so smart.

But a moment later, Huo Yunque's big palm landed on her head, suppressing her pride.

"Deal."

There was more than one room in Huo Manor.

Song Yaoyao: "..."

How infuriating!

She flailed a few times in Huo Yunque's arms, and her waist was grabbed. The man's tone was calm, with a magical power that made people involuntarily obey him.

"Be good, I'll read you a poem."

"Poem? Shakespeare?"