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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.
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