His heart quaked, unlike the last time in the hotel, as this was the first time she had been so proactive. There was no teasing, no testing, it was a very sincere admission of a fact to him.
For a girl to utter such words showed how deep her feelings for him were.
He only felt his heart swell and ache, unable to resist holding her tight, with such force that he nearly melded her into his bones.
"What should I do with you?"
Yun Ya closed her eyes, after a struggle within her mind, she had made up her mind.
By this time, the movie had ended, the lights had come up, and people streamed out in succession.
Yun Ya and Yan Song were the last to leave, Yun Ya full of thoughts, not even aware of the movie’s ending.
Yan Song took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, walking her out of the cinema with his arm around her.
Unknowingly, a fine drizzle had started outside.
Neither of them had an umbrella, Yan Song removed his coat to cover her head, and as he was about to hail a cab to take her home, Yun Ya snuggled into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Let’s not go back tonight."
Yan Song looked down at her, "It’s late, I should take you home to rest."
"But I can only sleep peacefully in your arms, Brother Yan, I want to be with you tonight." As she spoke, she couldn’t help but deeply inhale his scent.
Yan Song pursed his lips, lifted his arm to glance at his watch, nine-five.
"Alright, let’s go to a hotel."
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A Toyota SUV pulled up beside them, Yun Ya took him by the hand and got in, Du Shan turned his head to glance at Yun Ya, "Miss."
His eyes subtly sized up Yan Song.
Yan Song frowned at him.
Yun Ya nestled in Yan Song’s arms, without looking up, said, "To Zelin."
The car slowly merged into the traffic.
Before long, the car stopped in a medium-grade residential area, Du Shan handed a key to Yun Ya, who took it, holding it in her palm, and pulled Yan Song out of the car.
Yan Song pinched Yun Ya’s palm, she turned her head to look at him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes misty, a different kind of allure in her gaze.
"Where are you taking me?"
Yun Ya smiled, "You’ll find out soon."
The rain seemed to be getting heavier, Yun Ya pulled Yan Song to run wildly through the rain, located the building, and instead of taking the elevator, she continued to drag Yan Song up the stairs without so much as gasping for breath until they reached the sixth floor. Yun Ya was already drenched in sweat, while Yan Song was still at ease.
Yun Ya took out the key to unlock the door, pulling Yan Song inside. The room was dark, with no lights on.
As soon as the door shut, Yun Ya suddenly pushed Yan Song against it, standing on tiptoes to kiss his lips. Her breath was hot, her body radiated heat, and her breathing was shallow. Because of this, her kisses were somewhat urgent.
Yan Song was taken aback for a moment, never having seen Yun Ya so eager before. One hand rested on the small of her back, drawing her close, the other cupped the back of her head, the kiss was heartfelt and tender, deep to the bone.
Kissing the one you love is the most wonderful thing in the world.
After an unknown amount of time, Yun Ya leaned in his embrace, breathing greedily, both of their clothes soaked through, sticking to their skin. Especially with their hot bodies pressed tight, their friction easily aroused the eager desires deep within.
Yun Ya flicked the switch with a "snap", and the room was instantly illuminated, the bright light forcing one to squint instinctively.
Yun Ya had already moved away: "I’m going to take a shower."
With his arms empty, a hollow feeling settled in his heart. Yan Song laughed at himself mockingly, lifting his gaze to survey the room. It was a single-bedroom apartment with a one-bedroom, two-living room layout, elegantly and simply decorated, an open kitchen with everything in place. Yan Song went to the refrigerator and found, to his surprise, fresh fruits and vegetables inside.
Did Yun Ya also stay here sometimes?
What he did not know was that this was an apartment allotted to Yun Ya by the hospital. Yun Ya had also given Ji Die a key, who would come to clean occasionally, anticipating that Yun Ya might stay here as well, which is why there were always fresh vegetables in the fridge.
Upon reaching the master bedroom, a large bed was covered in white sheets and quilts. At first glance, it looked too sterile and bare, but the white had silver gradient patterns, which felt unspeakably soft and comfortable to the touch.
The sound of rushing water came over, and Yan Song turned his head to look. The bathroom had glass sliding doors fogged with steam. Though he couldn’t see the details, he could vaguely make out a graceful figure...
Yan Song’s mind heated up, and he quickly averted his gaze, striding over to the window to crack it open a sliver. The cold breeze slipping in brushed his face, the cool air helping to clear his head a little.