Chapter 216 - 105 Keep being sweet, the sun and the moon vie for brilliance_7
Song Yiren’s eyelashes trembled.
She suddenly stood up straight, and the apple wobbled before finally stabilizing on top of her head.
Yan Ke curled his lips in a smirk, "You mustn’t move a muscle while standing, whether you can win back Brother Yan’s heart or not depends on your performance." With those words, he turned and walked away.
Seeing Yan Ke approaching, Yun Ya couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle, "You really don’t know how to be gentle and cherish the fairer sex, what are you going to do if you scare the poor girl to death?"
Yan Ke snorted, "Sister Yun Ya, I’m just standing up for you. Besides, I hate girls the most..." His voice changed as he happily linked arms with Yun Ya, "Of course, that doesn’t include Sister Yun Ya."
Yan Song’s brooding gaze swept over, and Yan Ke quickly let go.
Yan Song drew his bow and aimed at the apple on Song Yiren’s head.
The youth was tall and stood rigid, poised like a mountain. His lean arm pulled the bowstring back, and Yun Ya could even see the muscles bulging beneath his school uniform, bursting with vitality.
His profile was particularly chiseled in the golden twilight, his slanting eyebrows winging into his hair, a slight furrow between them, a pair of deep and resolute eyes, a high-bridged nose, and tightly closed thin lips. All these features combined, he was damned sexy and charming.
Different from his usual aloof and proud character, at that moment, Yan Song had a maturity unique to grown men, seemingly transformed into a brave and invincible young general. The arrow in his hand was his weapon, filled with pride and invincibility on the battlefield.
Yun Ya obsessed over his side profile, her hand instinctively touching her own chest.
Her heart, it was beating so fast.
Her eyes suddenly sharpened, her fingers loosened slightly, and the arrow, charged with the force of thunder, broke through the air and sped in one direction.
Yun Ya could even feel the air being split at that moment, the wash of air slapping against her face...
Her pupils reflected the tip of the arrow, her body suddenly uncontrollable, as if frozen in place.
She wanted to scream, to flee, to forget all about Yan Song, the male god—she wanted nothing to do with any of it...
"Bang"—a light sound came from above her head, and her heart stopped for an instant.
Her limbs were numb, and a warm liquid flowed down below...
She sat down on the ground, her face deathly pale.
Yan Ke walked over to pick up the apple, his eyes smiling as he said, "Right through the core, Brother, your archery skills have improved again. Truly worthy of being the national champion."
Catching sight of the girl who had fallen to the ground, looking distraught, Yan Ke waved his hand near his nose in disgust, "You didn’t wet your pants, did you? Gross. But really, you’re such a scaredy-cat, to be frightened to this extent. Do you still dare to fancy my brother."
He crouched down, leaning close to Song Yiren’s ear, his husky voice seeming to carry a certain magic.
"Do you see those two?"
"In this world, only Sister Yun Ya is worthy to stand by Brother Yan’s side. Look at those two, how perfectly matched they are, neither outshining the other. One is bright and dazzling like the sun, the other is refined and graceful like the moon. Even though the sun and moon never appear together, that’s because day and night are distinctly separate."
What kind of miracle would happen if one day, night and day were to blend together?
Can light and darkness coexist?
"That’s what I envision as the perfect love. I will never let anyone destroy it," the youth’s eyes shone bright and clear, his soft murmur as sharp as the keenest knife, a white blade going in, a red blade coming out.
"And you," he sneered as he glanced at her, "are nothing but a rotten loach from the gutter, ridiculous to even think of surpassing the sun and the moon. Overestimating yourself, stupid beyond measure."
Without another look at the stupefied girl, he stood up and left.
Yun Ya turned to look at Yan Song, "Brother Yan, you look so cool when you shoot arrows."
The girl’s eyes sparkled, as though pink bubbles were floating out of them.
Yan Song felt flattered and his lips curved up slightly, "Want to learn?"
Yun Ya nodded vigorously, "I do."
Yan Song beckoned her, "Come here."
Yun Ya obediently walked over, and Yan Song moved behind her, reaching his hands around her arms and in an instant, pulled Yun Ya into his embrace.
Yun Ya’s body tensed.
The faint fragrance of the girl and the warmth of her soft body were stirring Yan Song’s heart; it was as if millions of ants were crawling over him, causing him to itch all over.
"Brother Yan~," Yun Ya bit her lip, her voice like a kitten’s meow, making Yan Song’s heart itch even more.
"Hmm?" His hot breath washed over Yun Ya’s neck, the rise and fall of his voice playing gently at Yun Ya’s heartstrings, causing it to beat faster.