Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 645: Lord Huo: Ruanruan, can I hug you?

Chapter 645: Chapter 645: Lord Huo: Ruanruan, can I hug you?

Noticing the disappointment in Qin Ruan’s eyes, Huo Yunjiao stepped forward.

He stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders, leaning in close to her ear.

His voice was ambiguous and husky, "There will always be a chance to wear it again."

"What kind of opportunity?" Qin Ruan asked, turning her head.

As she turned, her lips inadvertently met his.

Their lips touched, neither of them moved.

Since Qin Ruan was talking, her lips were slightly parted.

After the initial surprise, she gently closed her lips.

As she did so, she unintentionally touched his sensual yet slightly cool lips.

Qin Ruan could smell a faint woody fragrance.

It was his unique scent. Light but pleasing.

Regaining her senses, Qin Ruan loosened her lips and stepped back.

Huo Yunjiao stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

He curled his lips into a soft smile. "Ruanruan."

His voice, bearing the nasal sound of a sigh, resounded near Qin Ruan’s ear.

Simply hearing her own name, Qin Ruan felt her heart race.

Despite his illness, Huo Yunjiao was tall and imposing. His embrace held a certain oppressive aura.

Qin Ruan felt a little nervous, surrounded by a strange sense of danger.

She didn’t push him away, her eyes downcast, her hand on her side, gradually tightening.

His heartbeat was not fast, but it was strong.

Being in such close proximity with him, Qin Ruan naturally felt the powerful beats of his heart.

She dared not to move, feeling strangely submissive.

It was all because of his audacious and blunt approach that caught her off-guard.

Even through their clothes, Qin Ruan felt completely subdued.

Just as she was about to suffocate from her increasingly shallow breathing.

With a low, panting sigh, Huo Yunjiao slowly released his hold on her.

His voice, slightly hoarse, admonished her jokingly, "Don’t tempt me, girl, or you’re the one who’ll end up suffering."

"..." Qin Ruan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

It was clearly him who had been indulging in some colourful imagination.

Yet it turned out to be her fault.

Huo Yunjiao placed his hand on her lips.

His cool fingertips stroked back and forth, creating a stimulating friction.

Murmuring for a moment, his voice was somewhat hoarse, "Soft, and very sweet."

That was his feedback from the tasting just now.

Qin Ruan blushed instantly.

Who was the one tempting whom here!

Before Qin Ruan could lose her temper, he took his hand off her lips and turned to walk toward the bathroom.

Qin Ruan took a deep breath, lifting her arm to wave at Huo Yunjiao’s retreating figure.

She was angry to the point of cursing, but also inexplicably aggrieved.

It wasn’t her fault at all, but this man pushed all the blame onto her.

This made Qin Ruan feel as if she was the one uncontrollably lustful.

As Qin Ruan was about to punch the air, Huo Yunjiao unexpectedly turned around.

He clearly saw her clenched fist and her face full of frustration.

Qin Ruan quickly lowered her arm and pretended to be earnestly selecting a dress.

Huo Yunjiao was amused by her reaction.

He originally intended to take a shower to alleviate the awkwardness.

He didn’t expect Qin Ruan to react so adorably.

Doing something alone offers a completely different experience from doing it with someone else.

Huo Yunjiao turned back, his composed footsteps echoing in the quiet room.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Qin Ruan’s heart raced.

The familiar presence once again enveloped Qin Ruan.

This time Qin Ruan refused to cooperate. She struggled to break free from his embrace.

But soon, she dared not move a muscle.

Qin Ruan’s eyes widened, the surprise evident in her pupils seemed to question her reality.

She could feel an unusual stirring at her lower back.

The proud and elegant Third Master Huo, who seemed above the mundane desires of the Mortal World, seemingly fell from his pedestal.

His emotions and desires weren’t in any way special from others.

They were as bare and straightforward.

Huo Yunjiao didn’t care whether Qin Ruan could sense it or not.

His peach blossom eyes partially closed, giving off a gentle illusion.

But in reality, deep within his eyes hid an obvious desire.

He lowered his head to kiss Qin Ruan’s neck, "Ruanruan, I want to hold you."

With her heart in turmoil, Qin Ruan suppressed her feelings and responded calmly, "Aren’t you holding me already?"

Huo Yunjiao let out a low and husky laugh. His voice was pleasing to the ears, captivating and alluring.

He stared at Qin Ruan’s now blushing earlobe as his adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

He lowered his head slowly, bringing his face close to Qin Ruan’s earlobe.

His sexy thin lips slightly parted, his hot breath hitting Qin Ruan’s earlobe with every exhale.

Qin Ruan’s ear seemed to shudder slightly as if taken by surprise.

Huo Yunjiao saw it.

A look of pleasure appeared in his eyes.

His lips slowly closed.

It was as if Qin Ruan had unconsciously turned her head and his lips tasted like glutinous rice cake.

The earlobe, still warm, was enveloped by a cool sensation.

Blushing could be seen in Qin Ruan’s eyes, a sign of her shyness.

As if it wasn’t enough, Huo Yunjiao lightly blew into her ear.

In a purposefully low and provocative tone, he told Qin Ruan, "Not this kind of holding."

Not this kind of holding...

It’s this kind of holding...

This kind of holding...

Holding...

Qin Ruan felt like crying.

What on earth was the Third Master trying to do?

He was acting like a husband in a marriage feeling unfairly treated by his wife, suggesting it was time to fulfill their marital duties.

The Third Master was indeed a mild yet seductive man!

So seductive!

Without hearing a response from Qin Ruan, Huo Yunjiao’s hand gradually moved down from her waist to grasp her clenched little hand.

His lips parted slightly, "Ruanruan, would you accompany me to wash up?"

Without any deliberate flirtation, it sounded like a simple inquiry.

As if, whether Qin Ruan agreed or not, he wouldn’t insist.

This made Qin Ruan somewhat soft-hearted.

She thought back to how the Third Master had cared for and comforted her.

And the shocking image of him bowing his head in submission to her.

Everything comes at a price.

The words of Wei Linchen at Odi School surfaced in Qin Ruan’s mind again.

She shouldn’t enjoy all that the Third Master provides without giving him something in return.

They were husband and wife, one entity.

Some things, even with the mental pressure, had to be stepped into eventually.

Qin Ruan’s prolonged silence was seen as a polite rejection by Huo Yunjiao.

Yet, the smile on his lips didn’t fade; his peach blossom eyes still carried a gentle and doting glow.

He let go of Qin Ruan’s hand to spare her from further embarrassment, comforting her in a gentle voice, "I was just teasing you. Go and choose your dress."

With that, he turned and walked away with steady and graceful steps.

He had just taken two steps when his hand was grabbed by a smaller one.

Huo Yunjiao looked back in surprise.

Qin Ruan’s face, pure yet enticing, sporting a faint smile, filled his vision.

She murmured in complaint, "Next time, don’t put the blame on me for such matters."

The Third Master didn’t understand.

Staring at Qin Ruan’s now blushing ear, his face finally relaxed, "Okay."

Huo Yunjiao was still wondering what blame was put onto Qin Ruan’s shoulders.

But now, no matter what this young girl said, his only job was to agree.