Chapter 229 - 107 Unintentionally fell in love with you
Yun Ya thought to herself that Brother Yan, despite his bad temper, actually had a pure and kind heart, otherwise he wouldn’t have gone out of his way that day to save Ah Jiu.
"Brother Yan, you have to go to school, and the national college entrance exam is coming up soon. You might not have much time....," Yun Ya voiced her concerns, and Yan Song waved his hand nonchalantly, "Just make sure you tutor me well in English, and when the time comes, I’ll bring you back a national top scorer."
Yun Ya pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes sparkling brightly.
Yes, in her previous life, Brother Yan was the national top scorer of the Gaokao that year, gloriously proud and triumphantly content.
Ah Jiu was not pleased, struggling to jump out of Yan Song’s embrace. It was the first time it had tried so hard, its cry both pitiful and resentful.
Yan Song glared at him with a cold face, "Behave yourself."
The more he said that, the harder Ah Jiu struggled, prompting Yun Ya to reach out her hand, "Brother Yan, let me hold him again."
Yan Song reluctantly loosened his grip.
As soon as Ah Jiu was in Yun Ya’s arms, it calmed down, causing Yan Song’s fists to clench uncontrollably.
The little creature needed to be disciplined.
Yun Ya gently stroked Ah Jiu’s back, "Ah Jiu, Brother Yan really likes you. You must be obedient, okay? No acting out."
Yan Song couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, sparks flying within them.
What merits did this little creature have to be spoken to so gently by Yun Ya?
"Meow meow..." Ah Jiu just cried grievously, stretching its paws and burrowing into Yun Ya’s embrace, its front paws inadvertently hooking onto the frog toggle on Yun Ya’s collar, and with a gentle pull, the toggle came undone, revealing Yun Ya’s pale neck, and the rather shocking bruise on it...
No amount of makeup could conceal that bruise.
Yan Song’s pupils contracted sharply, and suddenly he seized Yun Ya’s arm, pulling her towards himself. Startled by his abrupt action, Yun Ya exclaimed, "Brother Yan... what are you doing?"
Yan Song held her tightly in his embrace with one hand while his other hand ruthlessly tore open her shirt collar, revealing her slender neck entirely to his gaze. There was a purple bruise in the shape of a handprint, clearly inflicted by force, the severity of which was chilling to even think about.
Yun Ya hung her head, and the next moment a strong hand forcefully lifted her chin, her gaze tender and clear as she quietly looked at him.
Her eyes were like languishing peach blossoms, but at that moment, they were shadowed and cold, as if harboring a storm, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing.
"Ji Yun Ya, aren’t you going to explain to me?"
Yun Ya smiled slightly, showing no embarrassment from being caught, "Brother Yan, sometimes knowing too much isn’t good for oneself."
Yan Song’s gaze darkened as he yanked Yun Ya’s body and slammed her against the wall; she cried out in pain. The next moment, her frail shoulders were grasped by his burning palms, his stunning face pressed close to hers, his eyes deeply searching into hers.
"You were fine last night when you tutored me in English, but I could tell something was off with you this morning..."
He raised his hand to wipe away the rouge on her face, his gaze cold and frightening.
"You never wear makeup, yet today you exceptionally put on light makeup. What are you trying to hide? What did you do after you left last night?"
Yun Ya gently lowered her eyelashes.
The next moment, he forcibly raised her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes, "Look into my eyes, Ji Yun Ya. Is telling the truth really so difficult?"
"Meow meow." Ah Jiu cried pitifully in her arms, but no one was in the mood to pay it any attention.
She opened her lips but suddenly realized she couldn’t say anything.
How could she explain?
It would scare Brother Yan.
He would think she was a lunatic, a psycho, a terrifying person. What should she do? What could she do?
Her once prized calmness evaporated at that moment; her fears had not been unfounded. If discovered by Brother Yan, he would hate her, right...
The awakening came so swiftly, so unexpected, that she had no time to prepare, and just like that, she was plunged back into Hell...
Her eyes, clear and pure, gazed at the young man before her. His features were like strokes of a paintbrush, deeply etched into the bottom of her heart—the slanted flying brows, the deep and cool peach blossom eyes, the high nose bridge, and the slightly parted thin lips...
She lifted her slender fingers, tracing his brows and features, her cool fingertips filled with endless tenderness, in a way that was inexplicably spine-chilling.
Yan Song frowned deeply and suddenly swatted away her hand, "Ji Yun Ya, I just want one word from you, how did you get this injury?"