Chapter 386 - 127 Taste Test_2
Yan Song’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. What did they think of him?
Yun Ya hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, and with her head hanging low, she grabbed Yan Song’s hand and turned to run.
It wasn’t until they had entered the elevator that Yun Ya, leaning against the elevator wall, felt that the thing in the palm of her hand was burning so much that her heart ached.
Yan Song looked down at her head, "What are you thinking about?"
Yun Ya pursed her lips, suddenly raised her hand, smiled, and opened her palm, her eyes sparkling brightly, "Brother Yan, do you know what this is?"
Yan Song’s eyes narrowed abruptly as if seared, his thin lips pressed ever tighter, and he frowned at Ji Yunya.
"Are you crazy? What do you need that thing for? Or do you think I will do something to you?" His gaze, deep and boundless, quietly fixed on Yun Ya’s face.
The elevator fell into dead silence for a moment, Yun Ya’s heart skipped a beat as she smiled and raised an eyebrow, "What will Brother Yan do to me?"
Yan Song’s breath deepened slightly, "Ji Yunya, do you know what you are talking about?"
Yun Ya pouted, "Of course I know. I know my bean sprout-like body doesn’t attract Brother Yan much, but just wait for me—when I come of age, I definitely want to be your woman."
When I come of age, I definitely want to be your woman...
Yan Song would always remember the way she said those words, her eyes as bright as stars, defiant with a hint of determination; that image he could remember for a lifetime, and it was from that moment, not just a liking, but a deep love.
Yan Song gazed blankly at her; her blatant proclamation, damn it, moved him.
Without thinking, he grabbed her hands and bent down to kiss her.
"Mmm..." Yun Ya struggled desperately, but Yan Song gave her no chance to draw back.
"Ding." The elevator arrived.
Yan Song let her go and pulled her hand, walking out of the elevator.
Yun Ya was on the verge of tears, "Brother Yan, that was cheating."
Yan Song snorted, "You cheated first."
Yun Ya didn’t know when the thing in her hand had disappeared. Tugging at Yan Song’s sleeve, she asked, "Did you take my thing?"
"Who took your thing?" Yan Song denied flatly.
"It was in my hand just now; it must have been you who took it away. Give it back; it’s mine."
Yan Song cast a glance at her, "Why would a girl like you need something like that? It doesn’t look good if someone sees it."
"I don’t care, it’s mine, you have to give it back to me."
As Yun Ya said this, she went to pry open his other hand, but Yan Song suddenly lifted his hand high, using his height to his advantage. Yun Ya, even on her tiptoes, couldn’t reach and couldn’t help feeling frustrated, "You are bullying me."
"What if I am bullying you?" Yan Song raised an eyebrow, a picture of a young master’s rogue demeanor.
Suddenly, Yun Ya kneed his groin; Yan Song’s face changed, and he hunched over.
Yun Ya swiftly snatched the item from his hand, "It was clearly in your hand."
Yan Song pointed at her, veins throbbing on his face, "You... you are murdering your own husband."
"That’s because you bullied me." Yun Ya secured the object, "I’ll need it later."
Yan Song couldn’t hold back cursing, "Are you stupid? By then it will be expired, can’t we just buy a new one?"
Yun Ya blinked, then nonchalantly put it away, "It’s over two years; it probably won’t expire, and besides, this one has more meaning."
Yan Song didn’t know what else to say to her.
The two opened the door to their room and went in, Yun Ya smiling, "Does it still hurt, Brother Yan? Do you want me to massage it for you?"
She reached out with her "magic hand."
Yan Song swiftly stepped back, "I’m going to take a shower," he said before quickly running into the bathroom.
Yun Ya pouted; was she that scary?
The hotel room was quite equipped, with a large bed, a dim, romantic wall lamp above the headboard, and a full range of facilities including a TV and a computer.
Yun Ya couldn’t sleep, turned on the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature, and suddenly shivered.
She raised her hand to touch her forehead; not good, she seemed to be coming down with a cold.
She had forgotten; ever since taking that medication, her immune system was weakened, making her prone to colds. With her sensitive constitution, once she caught a cold, it was very stubborn.
She boiled some hot water, thinking a drink of hot water and a sleep would set things right.
The sound of water echoed from the bathroom as Yun Ya stood by the window, holding a cup, and sipped slowly.
Not long after, the bathroom door opened. Yun Ya turned her head and nearly had a nosebleed.
Yun Ya had a thing for handsome faces; she loved to look at handsome men — after all, everyone appreciated beauty.
But in her eyes, the most handsome was still Brother Yan.
Wrapped in a bathrobe with wet hair still dripping, he exposed a generous expanse of sexy chest skin, loosely tied bathrobe around the waist with the hem reaching his knees, revealing part of his toned and long calves, covered with dense hair that, far from looking rough, added a unique sexy appeal, the essence of manhood.