Yun Ya raised her eyes and glanced at Yan Song, who had already turned to walk outside the living room. Yun Ya nodded slightly, "Okay." After taking a few steps, she turned to Song Yiren, who was standing silently to the side, and smiled, "Sister Yiren, why don’t you come with us too?" Song Yiren bit her lip, took a look at Yan Song’s retreating figure, and stepped forward to follow. In the courtyard, Yan Song stood with his arms crossed under the wisteria trellis, the setting sun casting mottled shadows through the gaps in the leaves, his tall and straight figure and facial contours were outlined by the pale golden light, creating an astonishing beauty. He looked up lazily, his dark eyes reflecting the golden light of the sky, tinged with the dark whirlpool-like depths of the ocean, as if they held a magical power that could draw in Yun Ya’s soul. Yan Ke snorted, "Showing off again." Yun Ya chuckled, "He’s naturally handsome." Yan Ke stared at Yun Ya’s face, "Sister Yun Ya, have some self-respect, please. You’re a goddess, you know. Let me tell you, in matters of the heart, the person who is too forward never ends up happy." Yun Ya raised her eyebrows, "Is that so?" Yan Ke nodded affirmatively, "So, even if you like my brother, you have to hold back and wait for him to confess his feelings first. Otherwise, the moment you show any sign, he’ll lead you by the nose, and then you’ll be miserable." Yun Ya’s eyes glittered like the stars, "So, there is such a custom." "What are you two talking about?" Yan Song asked with a raised eyebrow. Yan Ke chuckled, "Discussing how handsome you are." Yan Song curled up his lips, revealing a somewhat narcissistic smile, and Yun Ya couldn’t help but smile when she thought of his WeChat name. Yan Song saw Yun Ya’s smile, and although he didn’t know why she was laughing, he joined in the laughter. Song Yiren, walking last, looked at the three of them being intimate as if no one else existed and couldn’t help but clench her fists inside her sleeves. Read full story at novel·fiɾe·net Yan Ke glanced back at Song Yiren and then schemed, "Brother, what shall we play?" Yan Song’s thin lips curved slightly, "What do you suggest?" Yan Ke winked at Yun Ya, "Sister Yun Ya, my brother is excellent at archery, I bet you’ve never seen him in action. Today, let him show you what he can do." Yun Ya knew Yan Song was good at archery, but still replied, "Yes, I’m quite eager to witness his skills." "Then wait here, I’ll go get the bow and arrows," he said and hurriedly ran inside. Soon after, Yan Ke came out carrying a large box on his back, put it on the table, and Yan Song walked over to open it. Inside, there was a very cool-looking black bow, unlike the ancient bows and arrows; it had many high-tech gadgets added, giving it a modern mechanical feel. Yan Ke whistled, "HOYT’s big spider, cool right?" Yan Song took up the bow and in that moment, his aura dramatically shifted, from a lazy, privileged youth to a decisive and commanding general, and the lawn seemed to transform into a battlefield, filled with the roar of battle... It’s undeniable; such a Yan Song was truly captivating. Yan Ke’s eyes swiveled around, "Playing with just a bow and arrows is really boring, why don’t we play something fresh?" Yan Song glanced at him and aimed the bow at him; Yan Ke immediately jumped away. Even though it wasn’t loaded, the feeling of being targeted was really unpleasant. "Sister Yiren, would you like to play a game with us?" Yan Ke turned his head to look at Song Yiren, displaying an innocent smile. His smile was so enchanting; Song Yiren was flattered immediately, "Can I... can I join?" Yan Ke smiled faintly, "Of course, you can." The elated Song Yiren did not notice the malicious glint in the boy’s eyes. Yan Ke grinned slyly, "Follow me, Sister Yiren." Song Yiren looked at Yan Song and quickly followed. When they reached the edge of the hedge, Yan Ke picked up a stick and drew a circle with a diameter of half a meter, "Sister Yiren, do not leave this circle." Song Yiren hesitated for a moment, then stepped in. Yan Ke somehow produced an apple and placed it on Song Yiren’s head; Song Yiren, recalling something, immediately turned pale. Yan Ke’s large eyes fluttered innocently, "Sister Yiren, you’ve done something wrong to Sister Yun Ya, haven’t you?" Song Yiren silently lowered her eyelashes. "If you make our game enjoyable, I might be able to persuade Sister Yun Ya to consider forgiving you," said Yan Ke with a voice full of seductive warmth. He looked back at the young man and woman standing under the wisteria trellis, under the golden sunset, they appeared as visually harmonious as a pair of celestial beings. "Brother dislikes you very much because of Sister Yun Ya, but if you can make him laugh, maybe he’ll lighten up and not dislike you anymore," he added.