His eyes were handsome and behind him were big peonies. His lips curved as he looked down.

He was emanating with a cla.s.sy coldness. On his wrist, the ta.s.sel of his prayer beads swayed like it could transport a person back in time to a romantic yet war-torn world.

It was very hypnotizing!

Song Yaoyao finally drew her gaze away. Indecent images continuously appeared in her mind.

Accompanying those images was a word that she had learned from reading novels: hunk.

The male protagonists in novels always had bodies that fitted the golden ratio; broad shoulders, long legs, handsome, with lots of money.

But Song Yaoyao felt the novels filled with beautiful words weren't enough to describe the feeling that Huo Yunque gave people.

“Song Yaoyao, what are you daydreaming about?”

The man's deep voice resounded.

“I'm not! I'm just trying to get in the mood!”

Huo Yunque supported his head and smiled. He saw through her, but he did not expose her. “Then, are you done?”

“Y-yes!”

Song Yaoyao stuttered. Her fingers were small and delicate, but they were used to the piano keys. A second later, a pleasant melody sounded from below her fingers and drifted across the night air.

'Mariage d'amour' in G-Minor; it had a B-Flat 1st interval and ended on the 6th interval with G. That's why it was cla.s.sified as G-Minor.

In her previous life, it was because of this song that Song Yaoyao wanted to learn how to play the piano.

After a stumbling start, her fingers danced across the keys smoothly like a fish in water.

Songs always sounded different when played by different people.

For example, the Mariage d'amour played by Song Yaoyao was sweet and relaxed.

Each interval had a different feeling to it: warm one moment, sweet the next.

In fact, it made one imagine their own wedding when they listened to it.

The man closed his eyes, tapping his finger to the rhythm.

Until the last note fell and the greenhouse went silent again.

The eyes remained closed like he had fallen asleep.

As he leaned against the chaise, he looked like a painting.

Song Yaoyao kneeled on the chaise and leaned over. “Gege, are you asleep?

“Gege?”

Huo Yunque did not move; his breathing was stable.

Song Yaoyao took a deep breath and suddenly remembered how she had failed to steal a kiss last time! The reality was, she had not given up!

This time, Song Yaoyao clenched her fists and cheered herself on. After licking her lips, she quickly pounced forward.

Muah!

She quickly placed a kiss on the man's cheek.

“Mm—”

Huo Yunque's lips secretly curved upwards. He lifted his long eyelashes; his eyes were clear.

“Song Yaoyao, did you just steal a kiss?”

“No!”

Song Yaoyao received a fright. She wanted to retreat but forgot she was kneeling on the chaise. Losing her balance, she fell off the chaise.

She closed her eyes in fear, but she did not feel the pain that she expected.

Instead, she fell forward into an embrace that smelled like cedar.

Song Yaoyao pursed her lips as her heart raced. She was anxious, yet joyous.

She…had kissed Gege!

Ahhh!

Song Yaoyao wanted to stand up and jump in joy to express her happiness.

“So petty.”

Her hot palm stuck to his back as he held onto her waist. She was so delicate that it felt like she could crumble easily.

Song Yaoyao froze and her body stiffened.