Chapter 387 - 127 Taste Test_3
Yun Ya really wanted to peel off the bathrobe; Brother Yan’s physique was explosive. Thanks to regular exercise, he had well-proportioned muscles, long limbs, and, though he looked slim in clothes, once he took them off... there was flesh...
The very thought that such a Brother Yan belonged to her made her heart bubble with joy.
"Ji Yunya, wipe off your drool," Yan Song said with a tone of disgust.
Yun Ya chuckled and ran over to touch his chest, "How many abs? Do you have an Adonis belt..."
Yan Song caught her hand in a swift move, his eyes dark and subdued, "You set the rules; do you want to break them?"
With an embarrassed smile, Yun Ya said, "Just looking, won’t lose a piece of meat."
Yan Song snorted, released her hand, and turned to get the hair dryer. Yun Ya naturally took it from him, "You sit down, I’ll blow it for you."
As the warm hum of the hair dryer filled the room, Yun Ya’s soft fingers occasionally glided through his hair, gently massaging his scalp, sweeping away all fatigue and relaxing his nerves, inducing a drowsy state.
Yun Ya put down the hair dryer, "All done, you can go to bed now."
Yan Song pursed his lips, turned to look at her, "Are you tired?"
Yun Ya wasn’t originally tired, but perhaps due to the cold, her head was a bit heavy. She nodded, "Okay, let’s sleep together."
For some reason, it was her first time sharing a bed with Brother Yan, but it didn’t feel awkward at all—quite natural, as if it were meant to be.
Rolling into his embrace and clinging onto his limbs like an octopus, she told herself at the bottom of her heart, she was his, sooner or later, so what did it matter if they slept together?
Yan Song was too tired. The basketball team was set to take the bus the next morning, but he didn’t want to wait. He took a night bus, desperate to see her, traveling all night without sleep or rest, and even his iron body couldn’t bear it.
His rough fingers caressed her cheek as he said softly, "Yun Ya, don’t worry, I won’t let anyone hurt you."
With those words, he closed his eyes, and his heavy breathing followed.
Did he already know about the incident at the banquet?
Yun Ya’s heart trembled; was that why he came back overnight?
At that moment, her heart was filled with touch and deep love. She gazed at the handsome face so close to hers, her fingers softly traced his brows, her eyes filled with deep entwined affection.
Closing her eyes, she found a comfortable position in his arms, pulled one of Yan Song’s hands to her waist, and smiling sweetly, fell asleep.
But she slept so deeply that she couldn’t wake up, as if someone was pressing down on her, her body very heavy, and voices were speaking at her ear—who was calling her?
That familiar voice—was it Brother Yan?
Yan Song woke up refreshed and saw Yun Ya curled up in his arms like a shrimp. He couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile.
But immediately after, he sensed something was wrong. Yun Ya’s body was frighteningly hot, her face flushed; he had a bad feeling inside. Patting Yun Ya’s face, he said, "Yun Ya, wake up."
No matter how he called her, Yun Ya couldn’t wake up. He could see she was trying very hard to do so, but for some reason, she just couldn’t open her eyes.
His heart gradually sank. He put on his clothes, intending to carry Yun Ya to the hospital, but at that moment, Yun Ya tugged at his sleeve, dazedly opened her eyes, her voice weak, "Brother Yan...where...are you taking me?"
"To the hospital, I’m taking you to the hospital." Yan Song was frightened, she looked too bad, as if at any moment she might stop breathing.
Yun Ya shook her head, struggling to jump down from his arms, but her legs gave out and she started to fall to the ground. Yan Song immediately caught her by the waist and brought her into his arms.
"I don’t want to go to the hospital, Brother Yan, I’m fine, I’ll be better after a sleep," she said with a weak smile, trying very hard to see his face clearly.
She couldn’t take medicine or have injections; she had been through this situation before, and she would recover if she endured it.
Angered, Yan Song’s face was ashen, "How can you not go to the hospital when you’re like this? Listen to me, I’m taking you to the hospital now."
Yun Ya pulled on his sleeve, shaking her head, "Brother Yan, listen to me...the hospital won’t help...put me down, I’ll be fine after I sleep."
"If you don’t listen to me, I will never pay attention to you again."
"I still want to be with you, to bear your children. How could I possibly give up on my life? No one cherishes life more than I do, nor wants to live on more than I do..."
Her voice grew lower and lower, gradually becoming inaudible.