Just then, the ringtone of the mobile phone sounded.
"Ji Yunya, co to right now," the teenager’s gloomy voice was like a demonic chant, he shouted one sentence and then imdiately hung up.
Yun Ya hooked the corner of his mouth and stood up to walk out.
Yun Ya knocked on the door, "Co in," the voice was cold enough to form frost.
Yun Ya pushed the door open and walked in; Yan Song was leaning against the head of the bed in a carefree manner, his pair of dark eyes staring intently at Yun Ya.
"Who were you just on the phone with?"
Yun Ya was startled, then smiled and said, "A friend."
"Male or female?" he persisted.
Yun Ya rubbed his temples, "Male."
Yan Song imdiately sat up straight, his spine as stiff as a gun barrel, his eyes dead set on Yun Ya.
"How old?"
"Brother Yan, are you taking a census or sothing?" Yun Ya’s brows furrowed slightly.
Yan Song snorted, "Is it that man we saw at the entrance of the residential area earlier?"
Yun Ya sighed, "Yes."
Yan Song gritted his teeth as he spoke, "You are not allowed to associate with him from now on."
Yun Ya looked at him quietly, that chilly look causing Yan Song’s heart to contract slightly.
"Brother Yan, I can’t do that."
Yan Song’s eyebrows wrinkle tightly enough to kill a fly, "Why not?"
"He is my family. If I asked you to sever all ties with Yan Ke, could you do it?"
Yan Song replied without hesitation, "Of course, I could."
Yan Ke: Feels like taking a ten-thousand-point critical hit, ouch...
Yun Ya sighed; she didn’t know how to communicate with this kind of Brother Yan.
Not wanting to part on bad terms, she simply changed the topic and walked over to check his foot, "Does it still hurt?"
Yan Song also knew when to back down, but he rembered that man’s face in his heart, thinking, you better not let see you again...
"It hurts, it’s almost killing ...."
Yun Ya pressed on his injured left foot back and forth; no matter where she pressed, Yan Song would scream like a pig being slaughtered. Yun Ya looked up at him and suddenly said, "The bone is shattered; we need to get to the hospital quickly, or it might lead to a lifelong disability if it’s too late."
Yan Song was startled, "It’s not that serious, is it?"
"It is that serious." Yun Ya took out her phone, ready to dial 120, but Yan Song quickly grabbed her arm, "Uh... I suddenly don’t feel it’s so painful anymore; just massage it for and it’ll be fine."
Yun Ya glanced at him, "Okay."
Yan Song’s skin on his foot was very white, jade-like in color, except that the sole was unusually wide, resembling a small boat, firmly supporting his tall body.
His toenails were trimd bare, possibly because he often exercised, his feet tended to sweat a lot, but the hygienic young man not only didn’t have the foot odor and sweat sll common in n, but also had a faint fragrance. Indeed, Yan Song’s feet were cleaner than so boys’ faces.
Yun Ya felt sowhat ashad; Brother Yan’s cleanliness was beyond her expectations once again. He took care of his feet as if they were his hands. However, she couldn’t deny that this Brother Yan’s cleanliness was very comforting to her.
Her slender fingers landed on the back of his foot where there was a visible red mark. Yun Ya gently massaged it, her strength neither too light nor too heavy, which imdiately made Yan Song hum in comfort.
Yun Ya’s face ran a little hot and she couldn’t help saying, "Brother Yan, can you shut up?"
Yan Song glared at her, his hands behind his back supporting his upper body in a rather seductive pose, saying...
"Hurry up with the massage, it’s so comfortable."
Yun Ya pursed her lips, poured so dicinal wine on it, and gently began the massage, feeling both cool and a bit burning. Then Yun Ya pressed on a certain acupoint on the sole of his foot, and Yan Song suddenly trembled, his whole body convulsing back onto the bed.
Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, "Brother Yan, you seem a little kidney-deficient...."
Yan Song clutched the blanket, his eyes deep as he looked over, "Ji Yunya, you did that on purpose."
"How could you misunderstand like this, Brother Yan? The sole of the foot is known as the second heart; I was kindly massaging it for you, and you misunderstood like this?" her tone was very aggrieved.
Yet, she was shocked deep inside, Brother Yan was strong and vigorous, his yang energy was abundant, his body couldn’t be healthier. No wonder he was always warm, like a furnace at all tis.
However, too much yang energy is not good, it can lead to overheating and resultant yin deficiency, especially in a young man like Brother Yan... Thinking of sothing, Yun Ya felt sowhat awkward and looked away, letting go of his foot.
Although the pain of that instant was almost unbearable for him, soon that pain faded away, as if a stream of cool water flowed through his body, leaving an ineffable sense of comfort spreading throughout.
He hadn’t noticed Yun Ya’s discomfort and couldn’t help but reach for her hand, "I was wrong to bla you, okay? Be good, massage again, it really feels good."
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