Yun Ya had already changed into her evening gown, a white chiffon long dress that seemed to always embody her ethereal style. Her long hair was tied into a bun atop her head, adorned with a silver hairband, soft and elegant, like a fairy under the moonlight, so beautiful it was almost dreamlike. Content originally comes from NoveI(F)ire.net Yun Ya gave him a glare, "In my eyes, there are only two kinds of men in the world, one is called Yan Song, and the other, male, that’s all." Meaning, in her eyes, Yan Song was one of a kind. These words pleased Yan Song, and he couldn’t help but hug her, "In my eyes, there are only two kinds of women in the world, one is called Ji Yunya, and the other, female, that’s all." Yun Ya said disdainfully, "Why are you copying the way I talk?" Yan Song chuckled softly, couldn’t resist and pecked her cheek, Yun Ya pushed him away, "You’ve messed up my makeup." But Yan Song didn’t care, his hands secured her head, and he precisely kissed her on the lips. After an intimate French kiss, a silver thread stretched between their lips as they parted, Yun Ya’s face flushed, she rummaged through her bag for a tissue, wiped her mouth, and seeing the lipstick mark on Yan Song’s lips, she couldn’t help but pass him a mirror with a laugh. "Take a look yourself." Yan Song snorted, took a look, and his lips were as red as a monkey’s buttocks, smeared with Yun Ya’s lipstick. Yun Ya leaned in, patiently wiping the lipstick off his lips, "The makeup artist picked out a lipstick shade that matched my look for today, and you’ve ruined it, how will I be stunning now? How are you going to make up for this loss?" Yan Song hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her close, his gaze lowered as he looked down at her face, "In my eyes, you are the most beautiful, how can all those vulgar rouges and powders compare to you?" Having wiped the lipstick marks off his lips, Yun Ya pulled out her usual lipstick from her bag and snatched the mirror from his hand, "You flatterer, I’ll just have to make do with this." This lipstick was lighter in color and didn’t look as good as the previous one, which didn’t sit well with Yun Ya, the perfectionist. "It’s all your fault." Yan Song held her in his embrace, "Who are you dressing up so beautifully for? Isn’t it enough that I’m the only one who sees it? Besides, I think this one looks better than the previous one." Yun Ya looked at herself in the mirror several times and gradually liked what she saw, letting it go without fussing too much, and then asked, "How come you’re here? Could it be that Uncle Yan and Aunt Zhuang are also attending the Lin Family’s banquet?" Given Uncle Yan and Aunt Zhuang’s status, the Lin Family shouldn’t be able to invite them over so easily. Yan Song raised an eyebrow, "They won’t be coming, they’re busy cozying up at home." Yun Ya’s face reddened, how could Brother Yan tease his parents like that... "Then what about you?" Yan Song caught her hand, kissing the back of it lightly, "I am here as your date." Yun Ya frowned, "That won’t do." If it went , everyone would know, and sooner or later it would reach Aunt Zhuang’s ears. Yan Song’s eyes darkened, and his fingers forcefully tilted Yun Ya’s chin, making her lift her head as he said coldly, "Am I someone to be ashamed of?" Yun Ya sighed and embraced his neck, "Brother Yan, you always do what you want without any concern, but have you ever thought about me? What will Aunt Zhuang think if she finds out about us? I don’t want to lose her trust. It’s better for everyone if we wait until we’ve grown up to make it public." Yan Song had only made a casual remark, but seeing her think so far ahead, he was filled with tenderness, and hugged her tighter, whispering in her ear, "What are you cluttering your mind with all the time? I love you, and I want to be with you, what does my mother have to do with it? Besides, if my mother ever dares to bully you, we can just move out, we don’t have to live with them, I won’t let you suffer." Warm feelings surged through Yun Ya, thinking Brother Yan had even considered potential mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts, then, struck by a thought, she tentatively asked, "Brother Yan, will you marry me in the future?" Yan Song slapped her perky bottom lightly, causing Yun Ya to shiver reflexively. "The great leader has taught us that any love not aimed at marriage is hooliganism, and I am a gentleman. What, you thought you could just flirt and run away?" Yun Ya hugged him tighter, "No, I want to marry you." Yan Song curved his lips upwards, "Just make sure our future daughter isn’t like you. I can indulge one, but two would be too much to handle."