If You Get Sick From Hunger, It Will Make My Heart Ache

Song Yaoyao put on her clothes, squinted her eyes, and threw the quilt back.

"Gege, get up, I'll take you out for a walk!"

Her jade-like face was still red as if she had applied blush.

"Mm... but I'm really tired."

Huo Yunque leaned on the bed with his forehead propped up lazily.

Song Yaoyao pouted. "What? I'm the one who's tired, okay?"

"Oh? Then why don't you stay in the room and rest?" the man lowered his voice and suggested with a chuckle.

Song Yaoyao shuddered and quickly shook her head.

"I don't want to!" She widened her round eyes. "It's not safe to be in the same room with you!"

She firmly opposed it!

Moreover...

She was almost starving to death!

"Hurry up, hurry up! There's a God of Love Temple on this island. Everyone says it's very effective and the night view is especially beautiful. Gege, let's go and see it together!"

Song Yaoyao pounced on him and pulled him.