Mrs. Huo Is A Crybaby - Chapter 791 - A Sonnet
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Chapter 791 - A Sonnet

Chapter 791: A Sonnet

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Yunyi

She would die if she did not eat dessert for half a month!

Song Yaoyao, this is not a negotiation, its an order.

Huo Yunque picked up the book again. Song Yaoyao pouted and looked at the cover.

It was a Shakespearean sonnet.

The rain fell on the gla.s.s of the greenhouse with a tapping sound.

Song Yaoyao said unhappily, Then youre not allowed to come to my room for half a month!

She raised her eyebrows smugly and gave herself a thumbs up on the inside.

Im so smart.

But a moment later, Huo Yunques big palm landed on her head, suppressing her pride.

Deal.

There was more than one room in Huo Manor.

Song Yaoyao:

How infuriating!

She flailed a few times in Huo Yunques arms, and her waist was grabbed. The mans tone was calm, with a magical power that made people involuntarily obey him.

Be good, Ill read you a poem.

Poem? Shakespeare?

Song Yaoyao was stunned. She rested her head on the mans collarbone and turned her head to look.

The original text was densely written in English.

The thick book was unfamiliar yet nostalgic to Song Yaoyao.

Before she died, her brother had just bought her a book by Shakespeare.

The book with the maple leaf in it was still by her bedside. However, she would never have the chance to open it with her own hands again.

Flowers surrounded her, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Huo Yunque used his hands to comb her hair, gently stroking it.

Song Yaoyaos heart suddenly calmed down.

She rubbed against his neck and looked up at the round raindrops on the transparent gla.s.s. Her thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a b.u.t.terfly that was about to fly away.

The sound of the rain mixed with the mans deep, magnetic voice, creating a special romantic atmosphere.

Song Yaoyao hadnt read this poem yet. It was strange and novel:

My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips red;

If snow be white, why then her b.r.e.a.s.t.s are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a G.o.ddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

The rain gradually became heavier, suppressing the mans low murmur.

But every sentence, every word, seemed to have a life of its own, bouncing across the ear ca.n.a.l and into her heart.

Thump, thump, thump

It was as if the sound of the rain could not suppress her heartbeat.

The man saw her slightly red cheeks. It was as though she had stolen the glow of the sunset. Huo Yunque could not help but laugh softly. His chest trembled slightly, and he gently pinched the back of her neck.

Song Yaoyao hugged his neck and looked up.

Her small face was even more beautiful than a flower, but she was focused on a.n.a.lyzing the mans handsome features.

Suddenly, she opened her mouth.

Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows. In his calm eyes, it was as if a drop of rain had fallen, and it slowly rippled.

Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

After a slight pause, he could not help but laugh softly.

Thank you for the compliment.

Song Yaoyao buried herself in his arms, her face burning hot.

She felt as though there was a girl in a small dress, constantly spinning inside her heart.

She was so excited that she was about to die.

The most comfortable relations.h.i.+p in the world was probably like this.

Snuggling quietly on a rainy day, and having a partner who could understand her with one word.

It didnt take a lot of heart and energy.