Mouth Swollen? It's An Allergy!

The evening breeze blew, and the moon hung in the sky like a silver hook.

The huge Huo Manor was brightly lit, and the angel fountain was running.

"Master..."

Uncle Zhang came up to them, and his voice automatically lowered when he saw the person in Huo Yunque's arms.

"Go and rest."

Huo Yunque carried the girl upstairs. She was wrapped up in loose clothes like a baby.

Song Yaoyao felt extremely uncomfortable in her dream. She kicked her legs and tried to turn over, but it was very difficult.

"Ugh..."

She mumbled and pouted, her delicate eyebrows furrowed into a small lump.

Huo Yunque bent down and placed her on the big bed. He was squatting down to take off her shoes when he was suddenly kicked in the face

He helplessly grabbed her little feet to take off her shoes.

Then, he went to the washroom to get a basin of hot water to wash her face and feet.