It’s Okay. I Like You.

"It's okay." Huo Yunque held her hands above her head with one hand. "No matter how much you've gone overboard, I'll forgive you—"

"Mm..."

As Song Yaoyap's lips were covered, she wondered if she was in the wrong position.

Since it was a punishment, shouldn't she be the one executing it?

But soon, all her consciousness was swallowed up by a scent that was as refreshing as a snowy mountain.

...

Song Yaoyao held her back as she sat up in bed.

She looked around and her mind went blank for a moment.

In a daze, she wrapped herself in the quilt. She was wearing her pajamas.

She stared blankly at the frosted glass in the bathroom. Who am I? Where am I? What have I done? Why am I so tired?

Countless questions circled Song Yaoyao's head.

While she was in a daze, the frosted glass door was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

Song Yaoyao: "..."