"Little miss, I see your boyfriend isn’t bad, with a good attitude in admitting his mistake, just forgive him," the driver uncle said with a chuckle.
Yun Ya glared at him fiercely and complained sorrowfully, "Uncle, why do you only say nice things about him and not consider my perspective?"
"Hey, I’m just being fair. At worst, let him kneel on a washboard when you get back; that’s what my wife does to ," he said with a laugh.
Yun Ya’s eyes brightened, "That’s not a bad idea, I’ll try that when I get back."
Yan Song frowned and glared coldly at the driver, "If you don’t speak, no one will take you for a mute."
The driver uncle shrank his neck; I was speaking on your behalf, and you’re still so fierce. It’s no wonder you’ve upset your girlfriend, you deserve it, hmph!
"By the way, where are you heading? To Qinglin Mountain again?"
Yan Song whispered in her ear, "I’m holess now, seeking shelter."
Yun Ya twisted her body to show she was still dissatisfied, "To Zelin Apartnt."
Yan Song’s eyes lit up with a smile; this indicated the storm had passed.
Yun Ya wasn’t really angry. After all, Yan Song truly had sothing urgent to attend to. She was understanding, just too much longing made it unbearable for her to be without him for so long. She had to let out the frustration that was bubbling up inside her.
She also knew Yan Song would indulge her, which was why she was so unruly.
The ringing of the phone in her bag was relentless, like a death knell.
Yun Ya couldn’t be bothered to move.
Yan Song took the phone out of her bag, looked at the caller ID, and smirked coldly, glancing at Yun Ya before sliding to answer.
"Yun Ya, how are you? Did he give you a hard ti?" Qin Du’s anxious voice ca through imdiately.
"A hard ti? I’m not sure what Mr. Qin defines as ’a hard ti’?" Yan Song’s tone was chilly and mocking.
There was a full three seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.
Awkward.
Yun Ya snatched the phone right away, glared at Yan Song, and said with her head lowered, "Brother Ah Du, I’m okay."
Yan Song narrowed his eyes as he watched her talk on the phone, his fingers twirling her hair, exuding an intimacy.
His other hand was not idle either, slipping inside the clothes, gently caressing her back. Wherever his rough palm passed, it sent shivers through Yun Ya, making her voice tremble involuntarily.
"Let’s et another ti, goodbye." Without letting the other side say more, Yun Ya quickly hung up the phone.
Yan Song curled his lips, "Brother Ah Du? You say it quite affectionately."
Yun Ya wriggled, swatting his hand away, "Don’t push your luck, I haven’t forgiven you yet."
Qin Du looked at the darkened screen of his phone and let out a bitter laugh.
What was he looking forward to? And what was he losing?
She never needed his care because she had another man by her side, rightfully so.
The driver asked quietly, "Should we follow them?"
Qin Du closed his eyes, turned his head towards the city engulfed in darkness outside the window, despair flooding him like a tide.
"Turn around." There was no need to continue the pursuit.
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When they reached the entrance of the residential area, Yan Song paid the driver and carried Yun Ya out of the car. She struggled a bit, "I can walk by myself."
Instead, Yan Song held her even tighter.
The driver uncle stuck his head out of the car window with a chuckle, "The more you argue, the better your relationship. Don’t forget to make your boyfriend kneel on the washboard when you get ho, little miss..."
Yan Song paused for a mont, turned his head and glared fiercely at him.
The driver uncle shivered and quickly retreated, speeding off at a great pace.
Yan Song snorted coldly and hurried into the residential area with Yun Ya in his arms.
Yun Ya wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, burying her head into his shoulder, clinging to him like an octopus.
Yan Song held her waist with one hand and supported her body with the other on her thigh, careful not to let her fall.
Yun Ya wriggled, mumbling in a low voice, "Where are your hands touching?"
"If I didn’t touch, you’d have fallen by now."
"Then I’ll get down and walk myself." Yun Ya said, attempting to get down.
Yan Song slapped her on her protruding buttocks, "Behave yourself."
"What are you doing?" Yun Ya yelled, both embarrassed and flustered, "We haven’t settled our score yet, don’t get ahead of yourself."
In the residential area, there was a small square buzzing with elderly people taking a stroll after dinner and children playing around; it looked lively from a distance.
Yun Ya, afraid of being recognized, quickly buried her head deeper into Yan Song’s neck and whispered, "Hurry up."
"Now that you’re famous, you’re worried about your boyfriend coming out in the public and losing face, right?" Yan Song hooked his lip and deliberately walked slowly.
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