Yun Ya quickly calmed her mind and said with a smile, "How could I not... This is really... such a surprise." Yan Song slowly walked to the bedside, looking down at Yun Ya. That gaze... was so profound and heated that Yun Ya found it a bit too much to handle. She hastily lowered her eyes. Yan Song’s smile was cryptic, inexplicably making Yun Ya’s heart race with fear. Throwing a set of clothes to her, Yan Song said indifferently, "Go take a shower." Yun Ya paused and sniffed herself carefully, noticing an odor. Without asking anything, she picked up the clothes and obediently entered the bathroom. No sooner had Yun Ya entered than Yan Song’s eyes darkened. She really can endure, I want to see just how long she can keep it up. He checked his phone and saw several missed calls, then Yan Song turned his phone off. Fifteen minutes later, after bathing and changing, Yun Ya stepped out with her wet hair, finding Yan Song had changed his clothes too, standing at the window with a noble posture, his figure tall and straight. Upon hearing footsteps, he turned his head, walked over with his long strides, and snatched the towel to dry Yun Ya’s hair. His movements were gentle yet firm, wrapping the hair in the towel and gently rubbing it. For a while, there was silence. Yan Song suddenly pushed her onto the couch, fetched a hairdryer from the bathroom, and began to dry her hair. The hairdryer was loud, buzzing in her ears, and the hot air made Yun Ya’s cheeks burn. After drying her hair to semi-damp, Yan Song used a disposable plastic comb from the hotel to smooth Yun Ya’s hair, neither of them speaking throughout the process. Yan Song took the hairdryer and turned back into the bathroom, and when he came out again, he was holding a bag with Yun Ya’s discarded clothes. He casually took Yun Ya’s hand, "Let’s go, I’ll take you for breakfast." Yun Ya pursed her lips and meekly followed him. Yan Song went to check out first. The staff member was a different one, and upon seeing the two youngsters, he looked at them with a somewhat malicious gaze. Yun Ya stayed close to Yan Song, her head hanging low. Yan Song glared at her but ultimately held her hand tightly. With the staff member dragging his feet, Yan Song finally lost his patience, slapped the marble counter sharply, and said coldly, "Any more dawdling and I’ll complain about you, hurry up." The staff member shivered, quickening his pace. He thought the youth seemed quite handsome until he spoke, as fearsome as a demon. "Here are your documents, please take care of them." Yan Song grabbed the ID and walked away with Yun Ya. Just then, the elevator opposite them opened, and a man in a suit stepped out briskly, raising his eyebrows with a smile as he greeted them. "Miss Ji, Young Master Yan, good morning." Yun Ya let out a small sigh. Suddenly she felt the hand Yan Song was holding tighten, gripping her so firmly that her fingers ached. Yun Ya bit her lip and kept her head down. Yan Song looked over with a cold gaze, his lips curling slightly, "It’s not early, Mr. Nangong. Please do as you wish. I’m going to have breakfast with my girlfriend, so we’ll be leaving." No sooner had he spoken than, as if one more glance would soil his eyes, he stretched his long arm, wrapped Yun Ya in his embrace, and quickly walked out of the hotel with his arm around her shoulders. Nangong Yan touched his face, which was still sore. Although Master Yan was young, he was formidable, a force to be reckoned with in the future. He never expected Yun Ya to be his girlfriend. Yun Ya saw a flashy silver sports car, and Yan Song took out the keys from his pocket, pressing a button. The car lights blinked. "Get in," Yan Song said, opening the passenger door. Yun Ya obediently got in. Yan Song bent over, fastening her seatbelt. Read complete version only at NoveI★Fire.net Yan Song then walked around to the driver’s seat, opened the door, and sat down. Yun Ya glanced at him, the youth’s side profile looking chiseled and stunning in the morning light, yet also chilling to the bone. After hesitating for a moment, she asked softly, "Brother Yan, when did you buy this sports car...." Before she could finish, Yan Song pressed the accelerator, and the car shot forward like an arrow from a bow. Due to the force, Yun Ya was thrust forward, instinctively grabbing Yan Song’s arm. With slightly pursed lips, Yan Song said, "Sit tight." Yun Ya then remembered that on his eighteenth birthday in her previous life, Aunt Zhuang had given him a sports car, and it seemed to be this one. But Brother Yan wasn’t yet eighteen, and he dared to drive without a license? Yun Ya sat nervously because Yan Song was driving too fast, weaving through the traffic as if they could collide at any moment. Anyone with faint heart might pass out right then and there.