The weather was getting colder, and without heating in the room, she finally felt the chill. Unable to resist, she burrowed deeper into the covers.
Thinking of sothing, she reached out to feel the side.
Empty?
Slight warmth lingered; he hadn’t been gone long.
The quilt let in drafts, with cold air sneaking in bit by bit. She touched her bare skin and was suddenly flooded with crazy mories from last night, her cheeks flushing with embarrassnt.
Although things nearly got out of hand, Brother Yan was soone with boundaries; he wouldn’t touch her.
She wrapped herself up like a pig-in-a-blanket, leaving only her head exposed, and couldn’t help but call out, "Brother Yan?"
There was no answer; she assud Yan Song had already left, and a wave of disappointnt hit her.
At that mont, a series of firm footsteps approached from outside, her ears perked up, and she closed her eyes pretending to be asleep.
He walked in, the side of the bed sinking as he sat down, his cool aura wafting over her nose, tickling her so much she couldn’t resist rubbing it with her tiny hand.
A muffled laugh ca from above, deep and lodic, lingering around her ears.
Her hand paused its rubbing, and as she looked up, the world spun around her as her lips were sealed.
His lips, cold yet burning, seed to scorch all her senses, caught between ice and fire. She whimpered, but having wrapped herself like a dumpling, she was pinned by his long legs, truly walking right into a trap.
It lasted a long ti, long enough for Yun Ya’s brain to be deprived of oxygen and nearly go blank, before Yan Song gradually released her. A silvery line connected their lips, sending a rush of crimson to Yun Ya’s cheeks—it was so embarrassing!
"Good morning." His eyes sparkled brightly, his hands resting on either side of her as he looked down from above.
Yun Ya wrinkled her nose, gazing at the face before her. In the morning light, he was as handso as a Heavenly God, his deep black eyes shining with gentle ripples, reflecting her entirely.
"Good morning." She smiled brightly, pure and charming.
Yan Song’s gaze deepened, reaching out to wipe away her heavy eye shadow: "You seem to have forgotten sothing?"
Yun Ya internally thought, "Uh-oh," but kept a calm facade and asked, "Oh?"
"Clubbing, drinking, wearing heavy makeup—all that’s not important. What matters is, you actually let a stranger carry you?" His voice grew lower, the atmosphere increasingly dangerous, prompting Yun Ya to shrink her neck into the blanket, only for Yan Song to hold her shoulders, his imposing gaze making her scalp tingle.
"Well, I was just accompanying a friend..." The more she spoke, the softer her voice beca.
"Can you co up with a better excuse?"
Suddenly, Yun Ya glared at him: "You’re still blaming ? I haven’t even confronted you yet. What were you doing at the bar? Don’t tell you were there for so fun; you better give a reason, or I won’t let you off the hook."
Yan Song smirked: "Preemptive strike, huh."
"So, how about calling it even? Let’s just write this off, shall we?" Yun Ya’s eyes blinked mischievously, like a playful little elf.
"Nice try, but unless you explain, you’re not getting out of bed." With that, Yan Song pounced again.
"You jerk, argh...."
Half an hour later...
"Yan Song, you bastard, I want to break up with you...."
"Would you really?" He leaned leisurely against the bedhead, with a long leg pinning her down, making her utterly immobile.
"Ugh, so frustrating."
Her lips were swollen, yet he wouldn’t let her off, demanding an explanation. What explanation? This guy’s such a jerk, a lecher.
"I admit defeat, my fault, I won’t do it again, my dear Brother Yan, please just spare this once." The little cat that was just clawing fiercely had completely yielded.
Yan Song sighed, reaching over to rub the top of her head: "You sly fox, who knows what you’re secretly planning against in your heart."
Yun Ya’s stomach conveniently growled, she said plaintively, "I’m hungry and dizzy. Can you give sothing to eat first?"
Yan Song felt pity for her being hungry, ruffling her nose: "Get up, I’ll take you to eat."
Yun Ya quickly climbed out, shivering as soon as she left the warmth of the blanket, "So cold...."
Without the heating on and it being the coldest ti of the morning, her lips turned a shade of blue.
Yan Song wrapped her up and drew her into his arms, Yun Ya exclaid, "What are you doing?"
Snuggled up to his warm chest, she felt much more comfortable, "Putting on clothes for you."
Yun Ya sat on his lap, seeing Yan Song picking up her underwear and trying to put it on her, she couldn’t help but blush and snatched it away.
"You go out, I’ll dress myself."
Yan Song smirked, "Not afraid of the cold?"
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