Yan Song raised his eyebrows. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel•fire.net "Don’t think Miaomiao is any less smart because of her compromised IQ, acting like a child; inside she’s quite cunning. To win this kid over, you’ve got to use extraordinary methods." There’s a saying, isn’t there? To capture a man’s heart, you must first capture his stomach—it’s the same principle. "Once you get used to the food I make, you’ll feel too embarrassed to reject me." After dinner, Yun Ya was about to wash the dishes, but Yan Song pushed her back onto the sofa to rest while he went back to the kitchen to busy himself. "Sitting right after eating will make you put on fat." Engrossed in the cartoon, Miaomiao didn’t notice as Yun Ya sneaked into the kitchen. Standing at the sink, Yan Song felt Yun Ya’s arms wrap around his waist from behind: "Brother Yan, I’m sorry you’ve been wronged." Yan Song dried the dishes, meticulously arranging them in the cabinet. He took his tasks seriously and had a serious case of cleanliness obsession, so he washed the dishes especially well. "So, how are you going to make it up to me?" Yun Ya cheekily nuzzled his back: "Stay over tonight, I’ll sleep with you." The words were shamelessly bold, but Yun Ya said it as a matter of course. There were no reservations between the two; they had done just about everything except for breaching the final fortress. Yan Song tensed up, his arousal flaring in waves. Catching her hand and guiding it towards that area, Yun Ya was scalded by the heat and instinctively withdrew her hand, but Yan Song didn’t give her any chance to retreat, grunting, "Do you know how uncomfortable you’re making me? Hurry up and let me get it out of my system." Yun Ya soothed him gently a couple of times, then cuddled up to his back: "Okay, you sleep on the sofa first. After I put Miaomiao to bed, I’ll come to you." By this time, it was already nearly midnight. Miaomiao, drifting off to sleep while watching the show, was slumped sweetly on the sofa. Yan Song carried Miaomiao to the large bed in the bedroom, and Yun Ya tucked him in. Just at that moment, Miaomiao woke up. Gently patting his body, Yun Ya smiled tenderly, "Go to sleep." The two of them used to always sleep together. Often, without Yun Ya’s comforting, Miaomiao had trouble falling asleep and vice versa. Yun Ya found Miaomiao’s scent naturally soporific. Yun Miao pulled on Yun Ya’s hand, drowsily making room, a gesture for Yun Ya to slide in and sleep beside him. Yun Ya signaled to Yan Song discreetly with a wave of her hand, slipped off her shoes, and lay down beside Yun Miao. Yan Song ground his teeth in the dark, truly not expecting Yun Miao to cling to Yun Ya so tightly, not even letting go for sleep. Thinking of how they had lived this way for ten years filled him with an unbearable feeling of stuffiness and aching, urgently needing release. With a "bang," he slammed the door, the vibration causing Miaomiao to shudder in his sleep. Yun Ya quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, offering rhythmic comfort, and gently patted his back. Soon, Miaomiao settled down, and the sound of his shallow breathing came through. Watching Miaomiao’s peaceful, tranquil sleeping face in the dim light, Yun Ya stroked his cheek, leaned her head against his, and slowly closed her eyes. She had only intended to snooze a little while, her mind still on Yan Song, but she was so exhausted she fell fast asleep. By the time she woke up and saw the clock on the bedside table, it was already four in the morning. She jolted, suddenly awake, glanced at the sweetly sleeping Miaomiao beside her, let go of his hand, and silently tiptoed out of the bedroom. The living room was dark, and in the faint moonlight filtering through the window, she made her way to the sofa. Accidentally stepping on her shoes, Yun Ya lost her balance and tumbled onto the sofa. "Ah..." she let out a soft cry. The next moment, two strong arms caught her accurately around the waist and pulled her down. The hard chest she collided with made Yun Ya’s two little buns ache greatly. She gritted her teeth, a muffled groan escaping her throat as the pain made her involuntarily curl up. "What’s wrong?" Yan Song, sensing something off, asked with concern. "Chest... hurts." Yun Ya spat out through gritted teeth. Yan Song’s eyes shone piercingly in the dark as he reached into her clothes, "Let me massage it." "Hiss... it hurts." Yun Ya fended off his hands, "Stop it, let me lie down by myself, it will feel better soon." Right in the midst of growing pains, the impact was excruciating; Yun Ya felt her mind go blank. She lay on top of Yan Song, burrowing her head into his chest, and closed her eyes without making a sound. Yan Song wrapped his arms around her shoulders and whispered low, "Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you? You little liar with no integrity."