The room was a bit dim. Yun Ya reached out beside her, finding nothing. She suddenly sat up straight, the blanket slipping off her body to reveal a vast expanse of fair skin, her neck and chest covered in kiss marks. She didn’t have time to care as she nearly scrambled out of bed in a panic, snatched up the sheet to drape over herself, and ran out barefoot. The living room was empty, and she felt a pang of loss, thinking he must have already left. Just then, a deep voice came from the kitchen, "Are you awake?" Yun Ya turned her head to look and saw the tall young man moving around the kitchen in an apron, steam bubbling above the pot, and a delicious fragrance filling the entire room. In the frying pan, the sunny-side-up eggs "sizzled" loudly. The young man was in a black T-shirt and black pants, tall and slender. His handsome profile under the morning sun coming through the window was as striking as if chiseled by a sculptor. He held a spatula in his hand and turned his head to look over, seeing the girl standing there only in a draped sheet, confused and clear-eyed like an angel lost in the human world. The next moment, she hurriedly ran over and hugged him from behind, her arms wrapping around his waist, and her cheek pressed against his firm back. "I thought you had left." Yan Song patted her hand, "The kitchen is smoky, go and wash up quickly." Having been with Yun Ya for so long, he had realized that she was extremely insecure and particularly sensitive. She seemed smart and independent on the outside, but deep down, she was someone who desperately craved love and had a strong dependency. Although he adored this feeling, he also felt deeply sorry for her. Yun Ya rubbed her cheek against his back like a little kitten, "Brother Yan, good morning," But she just wouldn’t let go. Yan Song helplessly turned off the stove, turned around to pick up Yun Ya, and strode toward the bedroom. Yun Ya looked at his handsome face with a smile, leaned in close to his mouth, and pecked it lightly, "Brother Yan, did you sleep well last night?" Yan Song glared at her, "What do you think?" Yun Ya was restless in her sleep, always tossing and turning, and he had spent the night repeatedly covering her up until his arms ached. It would be odd if he had slept well. Yun Ya pressed her lips together and gave a light laugh. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ N0velFire.ɴet Yan Song placed her on the bed, "Hurry up and change, wash up, and I’ll go serve the food." Yun Ya caught the hem of his clothes, "There are clothes for me in the cabinet. Brother Yan, help me get them." Yan Song resignedly went over to open the wardrobe; it was empty except for one set of women’s clothes and a set of ladies’ underwear placed on top. Aunt Die was really thoughtful, guessing she might occasionally stay over, so she had even prepared change of clothes. The underwear was white with purple lace edges and emitted a faint fragrance. Yan Song’s face looked a bit unnatural as he picked it up and walked over to hand it to Yun Ya. Yun Ya took it with a smile, appreciating Yan Song’s slightly reddened cheeks, and even wickedly glanced at his lower body. "Is it still comfortable to wear your clothes?" Yun Ya suddenly asked. Yan Song was stunned for a good while before realizing what she meant, his cheeks blazing as he turned and quickly walked away. Yun Ya covered her stomach, laughing and falling back onto the bed. Brother Yan was actually embarrassed. Yun Ya changed her clothes and took out some powder from her bag. She carefully dabbed at several kiss marks on her neck in front of the mirror until they were barely noticeable, but unfortunately, her clothes for the day were low-cut and couldn’t cover them up. Breakfast was millet porridge, two eggs sunny-side-up and toasted flatbread, with a serving of fruit salad. Yun Ya hadn’t expected Yan Song to be able to cook. This man was still young but already skilled in various tasks. In the future, he would be unbeatable, truly an essential good for home and travel. How good was her eye to have picked him out at first glance? Yun Ya tried a spoonful, soft and fragrant, delicious. "Brother Yan, I didn’t expect you could cook. It seems I’ve really found a treasure." Yan Song was not the type of young master who had everything done for him. Zhuang Xiyue didn’t want her sons to become spoiled, so she sent Yan Song to the countryside after he finished middle school to experience rural life. That month, he did everything imaginable, and carrying two buckets of water home every day became a routine. "As long as you like it. I was afraid it wouldn’t suit your taste," he said. After eating such strongly flavored food last night, it was best to have some porridge to warm up the stomach in the morning. Suddenly, Yun Ya thought of something and grabbed his arm, pulling up his sleeve to see the scabbed wound. "I’ll apply some medicine on you after we eat," she said. Yan Song pulled back his sleeve, "I’m thick-skinned and meaty, it’s no bother." Yun Ya chuckled, "That’s no good; it could get infected and inflamed."