Whether I Missed You, That Is The Question

His hand landed on his waist. "Do you want to take a closer look?"

Cough...

Song Yaoyao averted her gaze with difficulty. Compared to him, her figure was slim and slender, and she was frighteningly fragile.

"There's no need for that. It's still daytime..." She lowered her head shyly and twiddled her fingers.

Her body suddenly soared into the air and was placed on the big bed.

Her bandaged finger was held up. "How did you do this?"

Song Yaoyao had had enough of men like this. She vaguely explained, "It was an accident..."

Huo Jiu was already so worried about her. Song Yaoyao was really afraid that Huo Yunque would make a big deal out of it. She hated hospitals and injections!

"Huh?"

Huo Yunque raised an eyebrow. "What kind of accident? Tell me, I want to hear about it."

His voice was deep and pleasant to the ears.

However, there was an undeniable seriousness in his tone.

"I... I don't know..."