Qin Du smiled: "I apologize for any amusement, Young Master Yan." His demeanor was natural, without the slightest hint of shame or embarrassment.
Yan Song ground his teeth in frustration and chugged a bottle of liquor in one gulp. Tossing the empty bottle aside, he opened another one and shook it at Qin Du, "Mr. Qin, I’ll drink to you first in thanks for looking after our Yaya."
Qin Du furrowed his brow slightly: "Yaya is like a little sister to me; we grew up together. Looking after her is what I should do. There’s no need for thanks, Master Yan."
Grew up together since childhood...
Yan Song took a deep breath and suddenly smiled, placing the bottle down, "Oh? You and Yaya grew up together from childhood?"
As he spoke, he casually draped an arm over Yun Ya’s shoulder. She stiffened, sensing danger closing in.
Turning her head, she saw Yan Song’s face nearly pressing against her cheek, his breath laced with alcohol just before it hit her nose, mingling with his natural scent of grass and wood, overwhelming her senses and muddling her thoughts.
But Yan Song turned his head, eyebrow cocked, looking at the man opposite him.
Qin Du chuckled softly with a warm and adoring gaze toward Yun Ya: "Yes, over these ten years, we’ve grown up together. To me, she’s the most important woman in the world."
The underlying message in his words was enormous. Yan Song snorted indistinctly, and without any warning, he turned toward Yun Ya, lifting her chin and before she could react, he leaned down and captured her lips precisely.
Yun Ya’s eyes widened, still not quite comprehending what was happening.
Qin Du’s gaze narrowed, and his complexion turned pale, his lips pressed tightly together.
Initially, Yan Song tasted her lips gently, exploring the spice from his lips and the sweetness from hers, creating a unique flavor when mixed with the alcohol in his mouth, addictive as a drug, sending shivers through his body. He couldn’t help but moan softly, one hand resting on her back, the other cradling her head, turning the gentle kiss into wild frenzy that lasted for a good minute and more.
By the time Yun Ya came to her senses, her eyes shone like a sky full of glittering stars, breathtakingly bright. Throwing caution to the wind, forgetting Mr. Qin sitting across from them, and disregarding the public setting, she wrapped her arms around his neck and responded softly.
Qin Du knocked over a bottle in his carelessness. It fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered.
Yun Ya startled and was about to push him away, but Yan Song didn’t give her the chance. With a gentle pull, he drew her into his embrace, deepening their kiss.
Their kiss was so passionate, making it hard to part. Qin Du could no longer bear it and stood up abruptly, "I need to use the restroom," he said, rushing out without looking back.
Only when Qin Du had walked far away did Yan Song gradually let go of her. Yun Ya’s lips were swollen, tingling with both pain and numbness, forcing her to gasp for air.
Yan Song caressed her flushed cheek with his finger, chuckling, "Distracted."
Yun Ya pouted, softly punching his chest: "You cheat, you broke the rules again."
Yan Song caught her hand: "You can punish me however you want. Now be good, sit here by yourself for a bit; I need to use the restroom too."
Yun Ya frowned: "Why is everyone running to the restroom?"
Qin Du splashed cold water on his face, his hands propped against the countertop, as droplets trickled down from his nose. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel⦿fire.net
His mind was flooded with the image of their kiss. He hadn’t realized they had progressed to such a stage.
How many days had Yun Ya been back? And Yan Song had already...?
Knowing Yun Ya’s character, she wouldn’t let another man touch her unless she truly liked him. Based on the scene before, it seemed she was truly in love to the core.
He felt a deep and inescapable sadness; the girl he had cherished for ten years had been picked by another man and taken away.
In the reflection of the mirror, Qin Du’s tall and upright figure appeared. Unable to resist, he threw a punch at his reflection.
"You beast, she’s still so young...."
Yan Song dodged skillfully, avoiding the punch with a scoff: "I’m well aware."
Qin Du retracted his fist and glared at him coldly: "Young Master Yan, there are so many women in the world. Why must you set your sights on my Yaya? She’s too innocent to understand love. If you dare hurt her, I will never let you off."
Yan Song’s lips curled into a mocking smile, his eyes cold and sinister as he fixed his gaze on Qin Du, "I love her, and I have set my mind on her for this lifetime."
He was both domineering and arrogant as he said those words.
Qin Du calmed down, fists clenched tightly, and couldn’t help but laugh disdainfully, "At your age, doesn’t talking about love seem ridiculous to you?"
Yan Song straightened his collar and smiled, "Love is never about age." He glanced at Qin Du, "You may be mature enough, but unfortunately, Yaya will never love you in this lifetime."