Chapter 247 - 109 responsible for me, waiting for you to grow up_6
His hand was as hot as a furnace, making Yun Ya quickly retract hers, Yan Song frowned, "What’s wrong with you?"
Yun Ya said in a low voice, "Nothing...."
Yan Song grabbed Yun Ya’s hand, his brow furrowing tighter, "Why are your hands so cold? Let me warm them up for you." As he spoke, his large hand enveloped Yun Ya’s small one, the warmth spreading instantly through her palm into her limbs, stirring an indescribable sense of emotion within her.
She stared blankly at the young man before her.
Yan Song then took her other hand, his large palms cradling her small ones, gently rubbing them together. Her originally somewhat chilly hands quickly grew warm.
"Ji Yunya, I’ve realized something," Yan Song suddenly said.
Yun Ya pursed her lips.
"Your hands seem to have always been cool, like ice blocks, and that’s not good. From now on, I’ll keep them warm, making sure your hands are toasty twenty-four hours a day," the young man said as he grinned.
Yun Ya felt a twinge in her nose and bowed her head to hide her discomposure, mumbling, "Can you stay with me twenty-four hours a day? What about when you eat, what about when you sleep?"
She felt she was becoming more and more dependent on Brother Yan. She was like a fish that, once out of water, would die instantly—and Brother Yan was her essential source of life.
But he was more like the sun, and she was the plant that had to photosynthesize to survive. Without sunlight, her world would instantly wither and dry up...
A very bad phenomenon indeed, but Yun Ya didn’t resist it at all.
I really want to be with you all the time, not wanting to be apart even for a moment.
"I wish I could turn you into a tiny person and carry you in my pocket, taking you wherever I go," Yan Song said, ruffling her hair.
Yun Ya snuggled obediently into his embrace, and Yan Song paused, his gaze softening as he looked down at the girl who lay like a kitten on his chest. Lifting his hand, he patted her shoulder.
"Brother Yan, I want to be with you always, always," she emphasized the ’always’ but dared not say ’forever.’
Forever felt too vast, and she didn’t know its reach. All she knew was that, in this moment, he was by her side, and that was enough.
She dared not ask for too much, content with just this moment of tranquillity.
Yan Song held her slender shoulders tighter, "Silly girl, of course, we’ll always be together. If you dare to leave me one day, no matter to the Edge of Heaven and Earth, I’ll drag you back and punish you properly."
Yun Ya snuggled deeper into his embrace, "As long as Brother Yan doesn’t disdain me, I naturally won’t leave you."
Yan Song frowned, "Disdain? Why are you so insecure?"
Yun Ya closed her eyes to mask the emotion within them, the corner of her lips curving up slightly, "Because Brother Yan is too outstanding, and I sometimes feel uneasy, afraid that one day you’ll find me unworthy."
Yan Song snorted coldly, "You’re aware of your place, but Ji Yunya, I’m telling you, don’t even think about it. I won’t ever give you that chance."
The young man’s domineering declaration made her heart feel as if it had been dipped in honey, sweet and content.
Then Uncle Yan’s voice came from outside the door, "Young master, how is your foot?"
Yun Ya hurriedly rose from his embrace, but Yan Song wouldn’t give her the chance. With a long arm, he pulled her back into his arms, leaving her no opportunity to escape.
"It’s nothing serious, Uncle Yan need not worry." His voice was cold and indifferent.
Yun Ya looked up at his visage, which was close at hand. His breathtakingly beautiful features were like an exquisitely crafted sculpture, particularly his peach blossom eyes, which held a repressed curvature, inscrutable and profound.
A faint blue stubble could be seen on his smooth chin, not very noticeable from afar, but up close, it was clear. She couldn’t resist reaching out to touch it. It was a bit prickly but was immediately caught by Yan Song’s lips as he gently nibbled on her finger, teasing the skin, which tickled her. Suddenly reminded of their previous kiss, Yun Ya’s cheeks flared with color.
Gently grinding, nipping, the actions were teasing and suggestive.
His eyes faintly lifted into an enchanting curve, bewitchingly beautiful.
Yun Ya’s heart started to thrum uncontrollably.
Then Uncle Yan’s voice came through from outside, "As long as you’re fine. Young master, remember to rest, and I’ll have someone bring up your dinner later."
Yan Song softly acknowledged with a "Hmm," and taking advantage of the moment he opened his mouth, Yun Ya quickly withdrew her finger, wiping it fiercely on her clothes. Yan Song caught the motion, and his brows and eyes instantly grew colder again.