She tugged at the corners of her mouth bitterly. Ji Yunya, you truly are a freak. But, will there ever be such a day? Inevitably, the radiant smiling face of the young boy flashed through her mind. Yun Ya closed her eyes and buried her face deeply into the pillow. Yan Song sat in the car on the way home, hanging his head in some annoyance. He had actually forgotten to ask for her phone number. Yan Ke secretly watched his brother’s changing expressions and couldn’t help but curve his lips—how cute is a young man in love. He coughed and said nonchalantly, "Mom, Sister Yun Ya has now blossomed into a goddess-like beauty, it’s so nice." Zhuang Xiyue smiled gently. "Do you like her then?" Yan Ke immediately nodded vigorously. "Of course, I do." Zhuang Xiyue’s eyes twinkled with excitement as she stroked Yan Ke’s head. "Good, it’s good that you like her." Neither Yan Ke nor Yan Song understood the meaning behind her words, thinking she was just reflecting on Yan Ke’s response, only Yan Nanmo got it and involuntarily glanced at her, clearing his throat. Zhuang Xiyue gave him a look. That look, full of tenderness, instantly stirred Yan Nanmo’s heart. If it weren’t for the two children present, he would probably have pounced on her already. Yan Song subconsciously knitted his brows, glancing at Zhuang Xiyue and sensing something off, but he had no clue what it could be. When they got home, Yan Nanmo couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around Zhuang Xiyue and head to their room. Yan Song watched the backs of the two and couldn’t help rolling his eyes. Back in his room, Yan Song ignored Yan Ke following behind him and turned to shower in the bathroom. After the shower, Yan Song came out with only a towel around his waist, revealing vast expanses of his firm chest and a pair of long, celestial legs. Yan Ke nearly drooled. Yan Song shot him a cold look. "Wipe off your drool, and if it falls to the ground, lick it up." With that, he walked over to the table and poured himself a glass of water. At seventeen, Yan Song was already a towering one meter eighty-five. Standing there, long arms and legs only accentuated by his dripping wet hair and tightly muscled chest glistening with a bronze sheen, full of the vitality of life. Looking downward from the defined pectorals, Yan Ke "gulp" swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The prominent abs on the flat stomach were starkly outlined. He counted, one, two... six-packed... The mermaid lines on both sides of the abdomen were faintly visible, exuding lethal sexuality, making one want to yank off the towel and see the full glory. He never knew that his brother was in such good shape. Wearing clothes, he looked lean and upright, but without them, he was so well-endowed... This must be what people mean by "clothes make the man thinner, but nudity shows the flesh." Yan Ke subconsciously touched his own chest, as flat as a boiled chicken, unable to help but ask, "Bro, how did you get such a physique? You’ve been secretly training and you didn’t even bring me along, are you still my real brother?" His tone was full of grievance. Yan Song glanced at him disdainfully. "You? You think you can even lift a dumbbell? Don’t accidentally crush yourself to death." Yan Ke puffed out his chest. "Who says I can’t?" Yan Song couldn’t be bothered with him and took his iPad to the sofa, starting an English reading app. Yan Ke looked at the boy on the sofa. He was sitting with one leg over the other, a casual posture exuding ease, his head slightly bowed, the dim light casting a honeyed glow on his skin which shimmered with a golden light, involuntarily making one’s mouth dry... Sitting there like a statue, devilishly handsome... Yan Ke, chin propped in his hands, couldn’t help but murmur, "Ah, such a great body, my future sister-in-law is going to be so lucky..." Fresh chapters posted on NoveI(F)ire.net Watching Yan Song’s lips move in sync with the female voice from the reading, Yan Ke sighed. No one is perfect; although his brother aced his exams every year, he almost lost the top spot due to his English dragging him down. Ironically, his brother excelled in every subject but struggled with English. Privately, he put in a lot of effort to barely keep his English grades afloat. With college entrance exams coming up, his brother had to work harder to achieve good results, which would make Dad, Mom, and Great Grandpa happier. Yan Ke suddenly asked, "Bro, what do you want to do in the future?" Yan Song paused, then pressed his lips together. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Become a soldier." Yan Ke exclaimed, "Bro, you’d look so handsome in uniform, but joining the army means frequent separations. Mom would definitely miss you." Yan Ke’s eyes darted around. "Plus, if you have a girlfriend in the future, you might not see her for a year and a half at a time. Be careful or someone might run off with her." Seeing Yan Song genuinely taken aback, Yan Ke chuckled, "If the love is stronger than gold, then these won’t be problems."