She threw on her clothes and ran out, only to be greeted by the cold wind that made her whole body shiver violently as soon as she exited the living room.
In Jiangzhou, the temperature difference between day and night is huge; at night, it can sometimes drop to just a few degrees, cutting through Yun Ya like a knife.
The entire estate was eerily quiet, and there was a considerable distance from the living room to the main gate. The night wind whipped her hair into a wild dance. Yun Ya wrapped her clothing tightly around herself as she hurried toward the gate.
Her lips trembling from the cold, she thought that Brother Yan must have something urgent to tell her if he was calling her out at four in the morning. With that in mind, she picked up her pace.
Approaching the gate, Yun Ya saw a tall and straight figure standing beneath the dim streetlight, appearing exceptionally lofty in the night.
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"Brother Yan~" She clung to the iron gates, locked from the inside, unable to get out.
Yan Song abruptly turned around, and the moment he saw her, the flames leaping in his eyes painfully scorched Yun Ya’s heart.
Yan Song planted his feet on the iron gates and easily climbed over, gently landing on the ground.
As soon as he steadied himself, he reached out his long arm, and before Yun Ya could react, he pulled her into his embrace, wrapping her tightly with his coat, his warmth instantly dispelling the chill that had enveloped her.
"It was my impatience that brought you out so late, be careful not to catch a cold," his voice carried a slight adolescent hoarseness, and yet it was infuriatingly pleasant to hear.
Yun Ya looked up from his embrace, "Brother Yan, has something happened?"
Her clear eyes blinked, causing a slight movement in Yan Song’s throat, and his eyes deepened a bit.
"I came back from the competition in a neighboring city overnight, just wanting to see you," he confessed.
So that was it, Yun Ya curled her lips, "Did Brother Yan win the championship?"
He looked into her eyes, "Mhm, I’ll always keep my promises to you."
"That’s great." Yun Ya smiled, nestling in his arms, no longer cold, but warm.
"You must not have rested all night," Yun Ya asked softly.
Yan Song just held her tighter, saying nothing.
"Brother Yan, let’s go to a hotel."
Yun Ya giggled, "Where did your mind wander off to, Brother Yan? I just want you to rest properly; don’t worry, I’ll stay with you the whole time."
Yan Song nodded, "Okay."
The first problem they faced was how to get past the iron gates. For Yan Song, it was a piece of cake, but for Yun Ya, it was clearly a challenge.
After giving her a glance, Yan Song suddenly lifted her upright, giving Yun Ya quite a scare, "Brother Yan, what are you doing?"
Yan Song was tall enough, and as he held Yun Ya’s legs, she easily reached the horizontal bars on top, swinging over. Just then, the alarm system suddenly went off, emitting a piercing "beep beep beep" that made one’s head ache.
Yun Ya’s heart skipped a beat, "Brother Yan, hurry."
Yan Song effortlessly climbed over, easily landing on the ground, and extended his hands towards Yun Ya: "Jump down, I’ve got you."
Taking a deep breath, Yun Ya leaped down from above and was caught in Yan Song’s arms.
She clung to his waist in fright, latching onto him like a koala: "Brother Yan, hurry, let’s get out of here before security finds us."
Yan Song carried her and strode away, heading to a gray Skoda parked by the roadside. He opened the car door, placed Yun Ya in the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt before circling around to take the driver’s seat and drive off.
By the time security chased out, they were long gone.
Finding a mid-range hotel nearby, Yan Song led Yun Ya to the front desk to check in, and the clerk eyed the two of them with ill-intent.
A young boy and girl appearing in a hotel in the middle of the night? There would be trouble if there wasn’t any.
The clerk, a woman in her forties, clattered away at the computer while prattling on, "You young ones, tasting forbidden fruit, do your parents know? Does your teacher know? This is the age to study hard, oh... you’ll regret it later."
Yan Song pursed his lips, his gaze turning icy as he glared at the woman, but Yun Ya pulled at his hand and shook her head with a smile.
A few words won’t take a bite out of her, she didn’t mind.
As the older lady handed the identification back to Yan Song, she thought, what a handsome young man, why lure this young girl? And this girl... she sighed, truly beautiful.
Yan Song took their IDs, guided Yun Ya, and walked away, but the clerk sneakily handed something to Yun Ya.
Upon recognizing the item, Yun Ya’s face suddenly turned red.
"Young lady, you need to learn to protect yourself; this is all the help I can give you," the older lady said with heartfelt sincerity.