To My Dear Mr. Huo

No matter how reluctant Su Qingsang was, when she saw Huo Jinyao putting her luggage at the door of her room, she knew that she couldn't change it.

It was a foregone conclusion that Huo Jinyao moved in. Just: "There is a guest room over there, put your luggage there."

Taking two steps forward stopped Huo Jinyao from trying to open the door. Su Qingsang also knew that this was useless, but she really didn't want Huo Jinyao to enter her private territory no matter what.

This is not a hotel room, not an outside living room. This is her room, the only room she has ever slept in.

"We are husband and wife, how can we sleep in separate rooms?"

Huo Jinyao didn't seem to see the reluctance on Su Qingsang's face, he even reached out and hooked her shoulder. brought his face close to her.

"Don't worry. I don't snore when I sleep."

Who cares if he snores or not? Su Qingsang's face turned green. This guy is a real distraction.

"Huo Jinyao—"

Before she could finish her words, Huo Jinyao had already pushed open the door of her room.

"Don't worry, I sleep well too. You should have felt it yesterday too."

yesterday? Su Qingsang's mind flashed the scene of himself sleeping in his chest. An uncomfortable look on his face.

After a while, Huo Jinyao had already entered with his luggage.

"Huo Jinyao."

Su Qingsang quickly followed behind him.

"Not bad." Huo Jinyao hadn't really come in just now, so he glanced at him.

Well, the room is not big, but it is very clean and tidy.

The dark-patterned wall coverings of the lotus-pink color brings a touch of feminine warmth, and the sheets and quilt covers on the bed are pink.

The room had a large bay window with thick cushions on it. The wind blew through the curtains of the same color as the wallpaper, and he could smell the faint aroma floating in the air, exactly the same as the smell he had smelled when he slept with her in his arms yesterday.

The expression on Huo Jinyao's face softened a bit, but Su Qingsang stood behind him and didn't see it.

She only saw Huo Jinyao carrying her luggage like this, and after looking around, she headed towards the cloakroom.

As soon as she lifted her footsteps, she was about to stop her, but Huo Jinyao had long hands and feet, and entered the cloakroom with two steps.

Su Qingsang was very uncomfortable again. Her cloakroom is not messy. After all, she doesn't have much clothing, after all, most of the time she is in the hospital. Clothes are simple and comfortable.

She tidied up well, and her clothes were sorted into different categories. She is a doctor after all and loves cleanliness and tidy.

But the day before yesterday came back late and tired again. She went out in a hurry yesterday morning. I flipped through a few pieces of underwear and came out.

At that time, the original intention was to find a strapless bra to wear to the wedding dress. Later, I remembered that the wedding dress had an inner lining and I couldn't use it, so I put it back.

Then because I was in a hurry to go, I dug out several. The result of not being able to clean up in time is that there are still a few bras that are so large and thorny that they are placed in a very conspicuous position on the hanger, just piled up like that.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to put away the bras, but Huo Jinyao couldn't move faster. His well-jointed hand easily picked up one of them.

The thin black cloth was pinched in the palm of the man's strong hand. Su Qingsang's face suddenly flushed to the root of his neck.

"bring here."

She stretched out her hand to grab it, but Huo Jinyao's hand turned around like that, and then glanced at one of the numbers.

The deep eyes under the raised eyebrows were a little narrow. Huo Jinyao's eyes fell on her so sharply.

When I saw her wearing a wedding dress yesterday, I knew she was in good shape. Slender, but—

"34C?"

I really can't see it.