Yan Song woke up quite early, and just as he moved, Yun Ya woke up too. Their eyes t, and Yun Ya glanced at the window, dazed, "Brother Yan, you slept here last night."
If this gets out, she probably wouldn’t be able to face anyone.
"What’s there to fear? You’ll be mine sooner or later." His body stiffened as he spoke, and his eyes suddenly beca deep looking at Yun Ya.
Yun Ya’s leg accidentally bumped into sothing hard and hot, and she shivered all over, instinctively withdrawing her leg. Her face turned red, almost dripping blood, looking everywhere but dared not et his eyes.
Yan Song rolled over and pressed down, and the feeling grew stronger. Yun Ya whispered, "Brother Yan, don’t be like this...."
Yan Song raised an eyebrow at her, "What am I doing? Tell ?"
"You... are being a rogue." Yun Ya pushed at his chest, "I’m feeling very uncomfortable, hurry up and get off."
"I’m only rogue with you." Yan Song’s rough fingers caressed her eyebrows, his deep eyes restrained, but ultimately unwilling to hurt her, he rolled off the bed, picked up his clothes and put them on.
Yun Ya sat up, "I brought the tools over last night and you fell asleep. Don’t go yet, I’ll shave for you."
Yan Song turned back with a smile, his face unbelievably handso in the morning light, with his stubble making him appear more ruggedly masculine.
"Okay."
Yun Ya pushed him to sit by the window, first applying a hot towel to his chin, waiting a few minutes before removing it, then applied shaving cream, working it into a foam. Yun Ya’s small hands were particularly soft, and Yan Song felt very comfortable as she massaged him. He tilted his face up to look at Yun Ya, suddenly pulling her onto him with a tug. Yun Ya let out an "ah," and ended up straddling him, with so foam sticking to his clothes.
"What are you doing?" Yun Ya exclaid in surprise.
Yan Song, mouth full of foam, laughed, "Isn’t this position just perfect? You don’t have to bend over."
Yun Ya squird uncomfortably, feeling very awkward, but Yan Song slapped her on her rounded hips, "Behave, or I’ll deal with you if you keep wriggling."
Yun Ya glared at him, took the razor and began to slowly shave in the direction of hair growth, and the surroundings were suddenly very quiet. No one spoke again, but Yan Song’s gaze never left Yun Ya, making Yun Ya sowhat embarrassed. Then Yan Song’s hands started to misbehave, Yun Ya’s hand shook, causing a slight cut, Yun Ya said worriedly, "Brother Yan, you’re bleeding."
Yan Song said nonchalantly, "It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt."
"It’s all your fault, can you keep your hands still? Or you can shave yourself."
"Okay, okay, it’s my fault." Yan Song crossed his hands behind his head, but his gaze beca even more blatant on Yun Ya, making her wish she could cover his eyes with a cloth.
In the swirling passion, Yun Ya finally finished shaving for him, making him look much cleaner and even more youthful and energetic.
Yan Song raised his eyebrow at her, "Your technique is so skillful, have you shaved for soone else before?"
Yun Ya rolled her eyes at him, "I’m smart, I can learn without being taught, okay?"
"I’ll give that explanation 99 points, one point off in case you get smug." He said, kissing Yun Ya’s lips, and Yun Ya pushed him, "Alright, stop being cheeky."
As they were fooling around, they heard Yan Xing’s voice at the door, "Sister Yun Ya, are you up yet, lazybones? The sun is about to shine on your butt."
And then the door was pushed open.
Yun Ya didn’t even have ti to jump off Yan Song, and Yan Song didn’t give her the chance, pulling her back by the waist, his hard chest thudding against Yun Ya’s chest painfully.
"Mmm...." The next mont, Yan Song kissed her lips without allowing any objection.
"Sister Yun Ya, huh...ah...." Then a certain young lady shrieked, "Big brother is being a rogue."
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