The sun was already high in the sky.
Huo Yuhao opened his eyes and pushed away the two lotus-root arms pressing down on him—one left arm, one right arm.
But they did not belong to the same person.
He looked left at Wu Ming, then right at Hua Yao. Huo Yuhao found that both of them were already awake, but were still pretending to sleep with their eyes closed. However, the blushes rising on their faces betrayed how they felt at that moment.
Last night, Huo Yuhao had refused. Unfortunately, Huo Yuhao "was injured" and "delicate and powerless," so the two women had forcefully overwhelmed him.
At the time, Huo Yuhao had very much wanted to ask them, "Do you know you're committing a crime?" Unfortunately, a milky-white sock was stuffed in his mouth.
With a sigh, Huo Yuhao sat up, went around the two women, got dressed, and walked toward the door.
Just as he was about to leave, Huo Yuhao turned back to glance at the two women. He sighed again, then pushed the door open and left completely.
Only after Huo Yuhao had been gone for a long while did Hua Yao and Wu Ming overcome their shyness. Then they opened their eyes together. The instant their gazes met, both of them revealed awkward expressions.
There was not the slightest sign of how fierce they had been last night.
"Last night... why did you join in?" Hua Yao spoke first. "This matter shouldn't have dragged you into it."
Wu Ming's almond eyes went wide as she said angrily, "Last night, I was only curious about what you came out to do. Who would have thought I'd hear the conversation between you and... and him? Isn't it all because you built up the atmosphere too well? That's why