Young Master Huo’s Sweet Little Sugar Is a Natural Flirt

“Wahh, Luoluo is running away from home!” the young master sobbed, sipping throat-soothing tea as his throat continued to ache in little stabs.

The man beside him kissed him, wearing a satisfied smile. “Darling, clear your throat. You don’t have to pretend to be mute anymore.”

One rainy evening, after the rain had stopped, Huo Jingyan was sideswiped by someone who suddenly darted out from the roadside.

The other person must have been out in the rain for a long time. Filthy and soaked through, he smiled at Huo Jingyan with red-rimmed eyes, then fainted in front of his car.

Huo Jingyan took him to the hospital. When the man woke up, Huo Jingyan learned that he couldn’t speak and was mute.

The little mute didn’t know anyone. He could only use a pen, carefully writing Huo Jingyan’s name stroke by stroke, then bashfully adding, “I like you.”

Unable to find the little mute’s family, Huo Jingyan had no choice but to take him home.

The little mute was obedient and well-behaved, and only wanted to cling to him. He needed them to sleep pressed together at night. If Huo Jingyan refused, his eyes would turn red, and he would cling to him pitifully, refusing to let go.

Huo Jingyan kept him by his side and cared for him personally, never leaving him day or night. Before he knew it, he had come to think of the little mute as his own possession.

That is, until he returned home early from a business trip and saw the little mute, who had never spoken, happily calling another man’s name at the front door, climbing into his car and driving away with him.

Unable to control his anger, Huo Jingyan kicked over the sofa and grabbed the little mute by the throat, demanding an explanation. But when he saw the tears streaking the little mute’s face, he couldn’t help softening. In the end, he hoisted him over his shoulder and carried him back to the bedroom.