Chapter 791: A Sonnet

Translator: Yunyi 

She would die if she did not eat dessert for half a month!

“Song Yaoyao, this is not a negotiation, it’s an order.”

Huo Yunque picked up the book again. Song Yaoyao pouted and looked at the cover.

It was a Shakespearean sonnet.

The rain fell on the glass of the greenhouse with a tapping sound.

Song Yaoyao said unhappily, “Then you’re not allowed to come to my room for half a month!”

She raised her eyebrows smugly and gave herself a thumbs up on the inside.

I’m so smart.

But a moment later, Huo Yunque’s big palm landed on her head, suppressing her pride.

“Deal.”

There was more than one room in Huo Manor.

Song Yaoyao: “…”

How infuriating!

She flailed a few times in Huo Yunque’s arms, and her waist was grabbed. The man’s tone was calm, with a magical power that made people involuntarily obey him.

“Be good, I’ll read you a poem.”

“Poem? Shakespeare?”

Song Yaoyao was stunned. She rested her head on the man’s collarbone and turned her head to look.

The original text was densely written in English.

The thick book was unfamiliar yet nostalgic to Song Yaoyao.

Before she died, her brother had just bought her a book by Shakespeare.

The book with the maple leaf in it was still by her bedside. However, she would never have the chance to open it with her own hands again.

Flowers surrounded her, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Huo Yunque used his hands to comb her hair, gently stroking it.

Song Yaoyao’s heart suddenly calmed down.

She rubbed against his neck and looked up at the round raindrops on the transparent glass. Her thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly that was about to fly away.

The sound of the rain mixed with the man’s deep, magnetic voice, creating a special romantic atmosphere.

Song Yaoyao hadn’t read this poem yet. It was strange and novel:

“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.”

…

The rain gradually became heavier, suppressing the man’s low murmur.

But every sentence, every word, seemed to have a life of its own, bouncing across the ear canal and into her heart.

Thump, thump, thump…

It was as if the sound of the rain could not suppress her heartbeat.

The man saw her slightly red cheeks. It was as though she had stolen the glow of the sunset. Huo Yunque could not help but laugh softly. His chest trembled slightly, and he gently pinched the back of her neck.

Song Yaoyao hugged his neck and looked up.

Her small face was even more beautiful than a flower, but she was focused on analyzing the man’s handsome features.

Suddenly, she opened her mouth.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows. In his calm eyes, it was as if a drop of rain had fallen, and it slowly rippled.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

After a slight pause, he could not help but laugh softly.

“Thank you for the compliment.”

Song Yaoyao buried herself in his arms, her face burning hot.

She felt as though there was a girl in a small dress, constantly spinning inside her heart.

She was so excited that she was about to die.

The most comfortable relationship in the world was probably like this.

Snuggling quietly on a rainy day, and having a partner who could understand her with one word.

It didn’t take a lot of heart and energy.

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