The softness transmitted through the skin numbed his limbs, especially the overly soft touch against his chest, which momentarily befuddled his mind and left him breathing slightly heavier. Yun Ya smiled, got up from him, and reached out to help him, "Brother Yan, are you hurt anywhere?" Yan Song ignored the sinking feeling in his heart and glared at her fiercely, "Ji Yunya, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?" Yun Ya blinked her eyes, her tone full of grievance, "Brother Yan, how could you think that of me?" Yan Song snorted and raised his hand to rub the back of his head, when suddenly he winced in pain, "Damn that hurts." "You’re vicious when you bite. Is there anything in this world you wouldn’t dare to do?" Yan Song always remembered the way Ji Yunya bit him fiercely when they fought as children, almost leaving him with a psychological scar. Yun Ya smiled and placed her hand on her chest, "Thanks to you, Brother Yan, I have a half-inch scar here that will never go away." Yan Song paused, then looked down, "I’m sorry...." Google seaʀᴄh novel⦿fire.net Yun Ya smiled, looking at the boy’s slightly ashamed face, and whispered, "I accept your apology." Yan Song looked up and suddenly smiled, a smile bright as the sun, like the dazzling sunshine, making Yun Ya squint involuntarily. "Ji Yunya, you are no longer allowed to leave without saying goodbye, otherwise I will never let you off." "Oh? Are you threatening me, Brother Yan?" Yan Song snorted, "Take it as you will." Yun Ya giggled, her eyes warm and bright, "Alright, I promise you." The wound on the back of his head began to ache faintly, Yan Song frowned, and Yun Ya walked over to him, "Brother Yan, bend down a little." Yan Song was too tall, with Yun Ya only reaching his chest, which only served to highlight Yun Ya’s petite and delicate stature even more. Yan Song gave her a puzzled look but still squatted down as told. Yun Ya’s slender fingers parted his hair, then under the moonlight she examined the wound. "It’s just a superficial wound, nothing serious, I’ll just rub it a bit for you." As she spoke, her fingers began to massage gently, and her incredibly soft fingers also carried a coolness like warm jade. The aching wound stopped hurting at all, and he couldn’t help but comfortably hum, thinking to himself, does this girl’s hands possess magic? For a moment there was silence all around, only the sound of their quiet breathing. Yan Song closed his eyes, his lips curling involuntarily into a smile. "There, all done," Yun Ya withdrew her hand. Yan Song pursed his lips, "It still hurts, could you rub it a little more?" Yun Ya smiled, "Sure, I’ll rub it again for you." Her fingers deliberately prodded his wound, causing Yan Song to leap up in pain, "Ji Yunya, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?" With a gentle smile Yun Ya said, "Sorry, Brother Yan, I wasn’t looking properly and hurt you, didn’t I?" Yan Song winced, glaring fiercely at her, "And I was just complimenting you in my mind. You’ve revealed your true colors so quickly; you’re just looking to pick a fight with me." Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, "What were you complimenting me about, Brother Yan?" Yan Song awkwardly looked away, "You must have heard wrong. There isn’t a single good thing about you from head to toe," he said with a disdainful expression. Yun Ya shook her head, laughing. Brother Yan was still so stubborn... or to put it more elegantly, tsundere. But he looked really adorable in any case. "Sister Yun Ya." Suddenly, a delighted voice rang out. Yun Ya turned her head, and in the next instant, a youth swept in like the wind, hugging Yun Ya tightly. "Sister Yun Ya, I missed you so much all these years," the youth said, rubbing his face against her shoulder. Yun Ya was startled at first, then laughed and patted his back, "Me too." Seeing the two embracing, Yan Song’s face darkened instantly. His hands clenched and then unclenched, fluctuating between the two motions until he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a long stride, he grabbed Yan Ke’s collar from behind and hoisted him up from Yun Ya’s embrace. Yan Ke started to scream, "Bro, what are you doing, are you trying to kill your own brother...." Yan Song snorted, "Men and women should not touch hands when they give or receive things, what kind of decorum is this, hugging and embracing in such a public place?" In that moment, Yan Song resembled an old pedant, and his righteous demeanor made Yun Ya unable to resist laughing. Yan Ke paused, then shouted, "Bro, if you want to hug Sister Yun Ya, just say it. Don’t be jealous of me. And besides, Sister Yun Ya might not even let you hug her, hmph." With his sore spot hit, Yan Song became a bit irritated and flung Yan Ke away, "What nonsense are you spouting?" Yan Ke finally stabilized himself, glanced at Ji Yunya who looked amused, then at Yan Song with a darkened face, a slight smirk crossing his eyes, "Did I say something wrong? If not, then I’m just overthinking it."