Yun Ya’s fingers viciously pinched his waist, to which Yan Song gasped lightly, "Heartless girl, plotting to murder your own husband, huh."
"Serves you right."
Yan Song snorted and, amidst the curious and prying gazes, walked briskly toward the apartnt building with Yun Ya in his arms without changing his expression.
As the two walked away, the idle gossip of the elderly followed.
"Young people these days, tsk tsk... shaless, embracing and hugging in public, what are they thinking?"
"The morals of society are declining...."
"But, let’s not kid ourselves, that young man is quite handso. Look at him, he’s great material for raising children... would make for an excellent grandson-in-law for . Too bad...."
"Give it up, does your granddaughter look like she’s a match for him? He’s a perfect match for my Baby Girl...."
Yun Ya chuckled, "Great material for raising children? That’s the first ti I’ve heard soone use that to describe a guy." Yun Ya felt these old ladies really had good taste, having taken a liking to her boyfriend at first sight. Unfortunately for them, he was already taken, and anyone who tried to snatch him would be fiercely fought against.
Yan Song’s face darkened, his arm wrapped around her waist, glanced sideways, and whispered into her ear, "Being ’great material for raising children’ ans being able to produce sons, a lot of sons. Want to give it a try, hmm?"
The warm breath tickled Yun Ya’s heartstrings, her cheeks grew hot, and she murmured in a muffled voice, "Those people weren’t wrong, you really are shaless. Can you produce a son all by yourself?"
"That’s why I need your cooperation," he said, extending his tongue to lick Yun Ya’s earlobe. She shuddered sharply and squird uncomfortably in his embrace. Yan Song’s eyes darkened in an instant.
No one was at the elevator entrance, and as Yan Song stepped inside, two high school girls hurried over, gasping, "Wait."
Yan Song stood in the corner, his eyes downcast, his face cold and indifferent but with softness in the corners of his eyes and brows, giving him a damn sexy look that was most effective in stirring a woman’s heart.
"Ah... Handso guy." One of the ponytailed girls couldn’t help but shriek upon seeing the young man.
Too freaking handso, several tis more so than her idol, the current popular heartthrob. Her young heart uncontrollably began pounding, her eyes hungry like a wolf, almost greedily fixed on the boy, wishing she could instantly transform into a wolf and pounce on him.
The other girl, with ear-length bob hair, tugged at her sleeve: "Stop drooling over him, can’t you see he already has a girlfriend?"
The ponytailed girl then noticed the girl in his arms, whose dense chestnut, slightly curly hair gracefully cascaded down her back. Her face was buried in the young man’s shoulder, turned away from them, unseen, but even just her silhouette was incredibly beautiful and captivating.
The ponytailed girl nonchalantly curled her lips, raised her eyebrows with a smile: "So what? Who I like is my business, what does it have to do with him having a girlfriend?"
With a sweet smile on her face, she walked toward the young man under the astonished gaze of the bob-haired girl.
"Hey, handso, do you live in this building too? What a coincidence, so do I."
She flashed a pure and sweet smile, subtly throwing a flirtatious look at the young man, confident in her own appearance, convinced that the young man couldn’t remain indifferent.
Unfortunately for her, he never once looked at her from beginning to end, even when she stood in front of him. His attitude remained indifferent and cold, yet fatally sexy and charming.
Upon a closer look, his sharp brows sketched an aggressive arc, much like a dashing swordsman from ancient tis, or an emperor who commands the world, making one willing to kneel at his feet.
The thick lashes, like butterfly wings, gently quivered as if fluttering straight into her heart.
"Handso guy, add on WeChat, okay? Let’s be friends," she persisted and asked again.
The young man seed as if he hadn’t heard her at all, his thin lips pursed in a sexy curve, causing the girl’s heart to wildly race again.
Yun Ya ground her teeth secretly, annoyed. Were the girls of today so shaless? Did they see her as just air? So openly flirting with her boyfriend.
Yun Ya held back her frustration and pinched him hard on the waist. Yan Song’s brows furrowed slightly.
"Ding dong." The elevator reached the tenth floor. Without giving the girl a second glance, Yan Song walked out with the person in his arms, asking in a tender low voice, "Wife, what are we eating tonight?"
That voice, deep and magnetic yet slightly husky from the change of adolescence, was captivating.
"Whatever," the girl’s voice was coy and clear.
"Then how about I eat you? Hmm?" He said with a teasing lilt, a temptation and ambiguity no woman could resist.
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