Yuan Yung was quite curious how n communicate their feelings. She had a bit of a curiosity.
So she pulled back the man’s hand, unwilling to leave, and developed a strong interest in Jin Bao Yan, who was sitting on the sofa speaking little—
You can’t really bla her. If he was indeed the brother-in-law, then Huo Junting might have a sister?
Yet other than Song Song, he had never ntioned any other girls in front of her!
"ng ng, they’ll be smoking in a bit. Do you really want to inhale second-hand smoke?" Huo Junting saw she wouldn’t leave and deliberately brought this up, knowing she always hated the sll of smoke.
Yuan Yung pouted, "Alright then!"
She smiled and greeted the two, then obediently followed the man to another room.
As soon as she stepped inside, the man pressed her against the door panel, immobilizing her. The man threateningly asked, "What were you doing just now?"
"Just saying hi to your friends!" Yuan Yung smiled innocently, raising her hands to wrap them around the man’s neck, "Do you... have a sister? I an, aside from Song Song."
Huo Junting’s face suddenly turned cold, and the mood of wanting to cozy up with her instantly vanished. He removed her hands and pulled her to the sofa, letting her sit on his lap—
Yuan Yung wasn’t used to such familiar displays and instinctively wanted to sit up, but the man stubbornly pressed her back onto his lap, holding her waist so she couldn’t move.
"Yes, she’s my real sister."
"Real sister?" Yuan Yung lowered her head, trying hard to recall, "Did you have a real sister when we were in the orphanage?"
She seed to not rember very well. Back then, he was everyone’s big brother, everyone called him Brother, herself included—
He called himself Brother and it rolled off the tongue so easily, she didn’t pay much attention to it.
As for Song Song, she assud back then that Song Song must be the daughter of whatever foster family adopted them!
But thinking back now, it indeed seed kind of odd.
"Yes." Huo Junting tapped her head, "Of course I did. You careless little ingrate, because of you, I neglected my own sister quite a bit."
Yuan Yung instinctively leaned into his embrace, "Did I? Was I that clingy back then?"
Seems she was quite clingy; she always felt he belonged to her. Anyone who got close to him seed like they were trying to take him away.
Thinking back, those tis are hard to recall fondly under the moonlight.
What was she being so reserved about before, she was downright lodramatic.
As a child, she had no sha in front of him.
Huo Junting imdiately stopped her restless hands, "Don’t ss around. Check your surroundings. Be careful or I’ll handle you right here."
Yuan Yung: "..."
Jerk!
Huo Junting knew she was thin-skinned. This trick would definitely work. He glanced at his watch, thinking it was about ti, then patted her bottom, telling her to get up.
This gesture was very natural for him; he used to carry her quite often when they were kids, always making her sit on his lap.
But for Yuan Yung, it was entirely different. She’s grown now, no longer that tiny tot, and his touch made her blush, wanting to dart off.
She watched as the man walked out, then ca back inside and said, "If you’re bored, order so food, watch a movie. After I’m done talking to them, I’ll take you to Qingcheng City for so fun."
"Great!" Yuan Yung imdiately bead, her previous embarrassnt fading away.
"Then see you later."
"Okay—"
After the man closed the door again, he didn’t leave right away but stood at the entrance for a while, sighing, "I wish I could hug her through the eting."
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