So, this must be a wealthy and young man.
As for the man’s identity and why he would dine with Ming Han and the siblings Yun Ya and Yun Miao, netizens started to speculate with a headache.
Ming Han has an early flight tomorrow to go overseas for filming. She won’t be returning for so ti, and her farewells to Yun Ya and Yun Miao were filled with reluctance, as they made plans for their next eting.
Yun Miao was very unwilling to part with Ming Han. After she left, he hung his head, appearing sowhat desolate.
Yun Ya put his arm around his shoulder and laughed, "Miaomiao, sotis separation is for a better reunion. We will et Father Ming Han again in the future."
Yun Ya’s comfort finally coaxed a slight smile from Yun Miao.
Yan Song drove the two back to Zelin Apartnt. After a day of fun, Miaomiao went straight to bed and fell asleep. Yun Ya shook her head with a smile, took off Miaomiao’s shoes, and then proceeded to undo his pants, as sleeping in clothes is uncomfortable.
It was always she who took care of Miaomiao, even bathing him, so there were never any significant gender barriers between them. Her hand had just touched the button when it was grasped by a large hand.
The grip was so strong, it caused Yun Ya so pain in her wrist.
She looked up to find the young man’s gaze, deep and heavy, seemingly with flas jumping in his eyes, his expression extrely dark.
"He’s a man, what do you think you’re doing taking his pants off? Do you think I’m dead?" His tone was frighteningly cold.
If he weren’t present, would she have undressed Yun Miao? He was a living, breathing adult man. The very thought made Yan Song feel sick to his stomach.
Yun Ya pursed her lips, "Brother Yan, he is my brother."
"So your brother isn’t a man? What kind of logic is that? Tell , what else have you done?" Yan Song pressed on with his questioning.
This...
A surge of anger rose within Yun Ya and she broke free from Yan Song’s grip, frowning at him, "Brother Yan, what do you an by that?"
Yan Song, realizing he had spoken out of turn, but still feeling murderous with jealousy when he thought of the siblings’ lack of inhibitions, turned his head away, "That’s exactly what I an. You understand."
Yun Ya’s face paled and she took a step back, "Miaomiao can’t take care of himself. For so many years, apart from , he wouldn’t let anyone else get close to him. Yes, I undress him, I bathe him, I feed him. Since we were young, we were inseparable. We even sleep on the sa bed at night. If you can’t accept that, then just leave."
Her chest heaved with rapid breaths, and her limbs trembled.
Yan Song looked at her incredulously, "You’re telling to leave?"
Yun Ya looked at him, about to step forward, but Yan Song had already brushed past her quickly on his way out. He left so swiftly, like a gust of wind, her outstretched hand hanging in emptiness.
"Bang"—the door was slamd so hard that Yun Ya shuddered reflexively.
The room was steeped in solitude, and Miaomiao’s gentle breathing was the only sound that ca through distinctly.
Yun Ya sank to the floor, covering her face and crying.
Her heart ached, it hurt so much, Brother Yan, why would you say such things to ?
His tone made it sound as if she and Miaomiao had done sothing scandalous. I can’t stand you misunderstanding like that. Yes, Miaomiao and I have been close since we were young, even letting her bathe him stubbornly as he grew up. She had seen every bit of him.
But in her eyes, Miaomiao was not just a man; he was her brother, her family, her shadow...
How could you misunderstand like that? Brother Yan, anyone in the world could misunderstand , but you, you must not.
After crying for a while, Yun Ya dried her tears and stood up. She silently walked over to the bed, sat down, and took Yun Miao’s hand, watching his peaceful sleeping face, and whispered with a smile, "Miaomiao, Brother Yan misunderstood us. What should we do now?"
"He’s such a big idiot. I will never forgive him again."
"How can a man be so petty? You are Miaomiao, you are my brother. How could he be jealous?"
——
The cold night wind blew, and Yan Song’s mind cleared a bit.
What had he just done? To think that she and Miaomiao... Yan Song, you really are a jerk.
He thought about going back to apologize to Yun Ya, to ask for her forgiveness, but every ti he thought of her final words, his anger flared up again. Bathing together, sleeping together—he just couldn’t take it.
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