His fingers tightly clutched the edge of the windowsill, his gaze dark and suppressed. Yun Ya, what was she trying to do? Just then, the sliding door of the bathroom suddenly opened, and Yun Ya, clad in a bathrobe, walked out from the inside, her hair wet and dripping with water droplets. As she rubbed her hair, the gap in her bathrobe would reveal a glimpse of the spring scenery at her chest with every lift of her arms. The hem barely covered her buttocks, and when she lifted her arm, the hem would flirtatiously rise to reveal her fair, slender thighs, igniting forbidden thoughts... Yun Ya looked at Yan Song, her cheeks flushed with steam like a blooming peony. "Brother Yan, you should go take a bath too," she said. Yan Song gazed deeply at her, and Yun Ya, inadvertently averting her eyes, walked to the vanity and gently dabbed at her hair. "I’m leaving now, you rest well," he said, and with that, he turned to leave. Yun Ya’s hand, holding the towel, paused momentarily before she suddenly stood up. Her call was so enticing and seductive that it made one’s body tingle with numbness. Yan Song’s steps faltered slightly as he turned his head. Suddenly, his pupils shrank abruptly. The bathrobe slid to the floor, and under the light, the young girl’s beautiful ketone body emitted a bright white glow, like a blossom waiting to be picked, longing for the caring hands to harvest her... The girl’s stunningly beautiful face smiled tenderly as she took steps toward him: "Brother Yan, don’t go, stay with me." Yan Song’s brows furrowed tightly. "Isn’t this what you want? I’ll give it to you," she said. He snatched up the bedsheet and draped it over her, wrapping her up like a dumpling, glaring at her fiercely: "Ji Yunya, what do you think of me, Yan Song? That was a misunderstanding. I won’t touch you until you’re of age," he said. Yun Ya gazed at him bewilderedly. "Am I not attractive enough? Is that why you won’t touch me?" Stung by her words, Yan Song suddenly threw her down on the bed and pressed down to kiss her lips fiercely, with a punishing urgency and insanity to his kiss. Yun Ya’s hands wrapped around his neck, passively absorbing his every move. The two rolled around on the bed, like famished fish in desperate need of water, hungrily sucking and yearning to merge into the very marrow of each other’s bodies. Yan Song suddenly stopped, holding her, burying his face in her cloud-like hair, and breathing deeply. Yun Ya’s fingers gently stroked his back, her gaze tender as water. Unnoticed, the bedsheet that had covered Yun Ya had already slipped away, and at that moment, she lay naked, obediently beneath him, like a tranquil pool, soft, and malleable. "I must leave," his voice husky in her ear. Yun Ya’s tone carried a whine: "I said I need you beside me to fall asleep, you’re not allowed to go." Yan Song sighed deeply and held her even tighter, making it hard for Yun Ya to breathe. "I must leave Jiangzhou," he said. The rightful source is novel-fire.ɴet Yun Ya was taken aback, her look somewhat bewildered, as if trying to understand the meaning of his words. "Where are you going?" she asked subconsciously. He buried his face in her neck, his voice drifting as if from a distant place: "I’m sorry, Yun Ya." Yun Ya thought, the day had finally come. Although she told herself to hold back, tears still fell in large droplets, and she cried sorrowfully. "You liar... sob... you said you’d never leave me... jerk, I won’t pay attention to you ever again," Yun Ya pushed him, but his heavy body pressed down on her like a mountain, immovable. The delicate sobs stabbed at his heart, each breath painfully tight as he couldn’t help but hold her closer. "I’m sorry, give me three years, I’ll come back for you when you’re of age," he said. This time Yun Ya cried out loud, hysterically, with tears and snot running down her face. She had never imagined a day when she would be apart from Brother Yan, yet here was reality, mercilessly taking her by surprise. Heartbroken and despairing, it was like a thunderbolt had split the clear skies, bringing roiling clouds and a sudden downpour of rain. In his fluster, Yan Song tried to wipe her tears away: "I was going to tell you later, but..." he sighed, "I’m sorry." Besides this phrase, he didn’t know what else to say. "Three years, over a thousand nights and days, will you change? Will you stop loving me?" Yun Ya cried intermittently but still managed to ask an important question. Unable to resist a chuckle, Yan Song pinched her nose, "What nonsense are you thinking? Should I carve a few big characters on myself, ’Property of Ji Yunya,’ so you can be at ease?"