"Ji Yunya, you silly girl, yearning and sorrowful at such a young age." Yan Song ruffled her hair, his tone dripping with disdain. "Brother Yan, I don’t like it when you call me by my full name. If I call you Yan Song, would you like that?" Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. Yan Song raised an eyebrow, "If you don’t call me Brother Yan, what else do you want to call me?" Yun Ya pursed her lips, "Anyway, you’re not allowed to call me by my full name." Yun Ya shook her head: "No, no, I don’t like ’sister’." Yun Ya immediately smiled a broad smile, nodding vigorously: "Mhm, that’s good." Suddenly, like a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface, Yan Song pecked her on the cheek. Yun Ya froze, and when she looked up, the boy had already turned his head away. Yun Ya noticed the tips of his ears secretly turning red. She couldn’t help but touch the spot where he had kissed her, a sour yet sweet sensation bubbling up in her heart, and her cheeks began to blush slightly. "Brother Yan." Yun Ya spoke softly, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum. "Hmm?" Yan Song still didn’t turn around. Yun Ya tugged at his sleeve, "Brother Yan...." It was as if a kitten’s paw was scratching at the boy’s heart. Just as he turned his head, the girl suddenly leaned in and "smack" planted a kiss on his cheek. Now it was Yan Song’s turn to be stunned. The tall boy immediately seemed at a loss, uncertain where to place his hands or feet. Yun Ya teased him for being naive, her eyes crinkling with mirth: "It’s only fair, an eye for an eye. You kissed me, and I kissed you back, now we’re even." Yan Song raised a hand to the spot where Yun Ya had kissed him, a slight frown forming. Yun Ya’s heart sunk: "Brother Yan, you don’t find me dirty, do you?" She had forgotten; Yan Song had a severe case of germophobia. Yan Song turned to look at her, his dark pupils appearing quite menacing. "Ji Yunya, do you realize what you’re doing?" Yun Ya asked innocently: "What?" Suddenly, Yan Song pounced, and Yun Ya cried out while dodging, "Brother Yan, don’t...." "Hahaha, don’t tickle me, Brother Yan, please spare me...." Outside the window, birds chirped amongst the fragrance of flowers; in the sick room, the boy and girl played merrily, laughter flying joyfully. "Yun Ya, I’ve made you chicken soup, come...." The sound of the door being pushed open came to an abrupt halt. Yun Ya and Yan Song immediately reacted; Yan Song retreated to the edge of the bed with the speed of an arrow, reverting to his usual cool demeanor. Yun Ya hurriedly tucked herself into the blanket, patting her cheeks, a little anxious inside. This was it, caught red-handed by Aunt Zhuang. What would Aunt Zhuang think of her? Would she dislike her for not being demure? "Huh? Who’s calling me, hello... Nianci, ah, okay, I’ll wait for you at home tonight...." Yun Ya and Yan Song exchanged relieved glances. Yun Ya felt a bit grateful to Lady Song for making that call and thought she should be a little "sweeter" to Song Yiren. After hanging up, Zhuang Xiyue walked in through the door, and seeing the tall figure standing by the bed, she instinctively frowned: "What are you doing here?" Looks like his mother’s questioning why he can’t be here. "Aunt Zhuang, I left my earring over at Brother Yan’s place last night. It was my mother’s, and it’s very important to me, so Brother Yan brought it over for me." Yun Ya shook the jade earring in her hand. Zhuang Xiyue smiled: "Then you must keep it safe." So saying, she moved to the tea table and ladled the chicken soup from the thermal pot into a bowl. Yun Ya winked at Yan Song, as if to say, see how clever I am. Yan Song kept a straight face, glaring fiercely at Ji Yunya. Why lie to my mother? I’m here to visit you, what’s wrong with that? It’s like I can’t be seen by others now. Yun Ya brought her hands together in a pleading gesture, looking pitifully at him. They absolutely couldn’t let Aunt Zhuang find out. She was only fifteen years old, and Yan Song was just about to take his college entrance exams; he couldn’t afford to be distracted. If Aunt Zhuang found out about their "affair" at this time, Yun Ya didn’t know what Aunt Zhuang would think of her. She couldn’t afford to have Aunt Zhuang dislike her... no matter what. It wasn’t just for Brother Yan, but also for the true affection Aunt Zhuang showed her. Yan Song snorted through his nostrils and turned his head away. Zhuang Xiyue, carrying a bowl of chicken soup, came over, "Come on, Yun Ya, this is a high-quality silkie chicken, slow-cooked for three hours. Drink it while it’s hot." With shiitake mushrooms, red dates, and goji berries, it smelled fragrant and delicious, but just the smell was enough to make Yun Ya feel slightly nauseous... "Aunt Zhuang, I’m not hungry at all right now, can I drink it later?" Zhuang Xiyue scooped out a spoonful and brought it to Yun Ya’s lips with a beaming smile: "Chicken soup should be drunk while hot, it won’t taste good once it cools down." Google seaʀᴄh N0veI.Fiɾe.net