Yun Ya’s mind flashed with insight as she thought of the hot, freshly eaten soup dumplings, and an improbable answer surfaced in her mind. "Soup dumplings taste bad when they’re cold, so...." Yun Ya, angered, ran over and hammered him hard: "Are you stupid? There are many ways to keep things warm. You’re not a pig with thick skin that can withstand heat. How did it not burn you to death?" As she spoke, tears fell like pearls off a broken string. Yan Song panicked when he saw her cry: "I didn’t think much of it at that moment, and it didn’t hurt at all...." Thɪs chapter is updated by novel~fire~net Yun Ya wiped away her tears and glared at him fiercely: "Are you a pig?" Yan Song quickly raised his hand: "I’m a pig...." Yun Ya burst out laughing, amused by his gesture, and Yan Song, seeing Yun Ya laugh, breathed a long sigh of relief. Yun Ya tore off his clothes: "Take them off for me." Yan Song cooperated this time, deftly removing his clothes to reveal his bare upper body. It must be said, Yan Song’s physique really was good. His chest muscles were well-developed, and his six-pack abs were quite sexy. However, the burn on his chest was starkly conspicuous. Yun Ya gently touched it, and Yan Song frowned, letting out a muffled groan. Yun Ya glared at him: "Now you know it hurts? Why didn’t it kill you?" Yan Song smiled harmlessly: "If I were to die, you’d be heartbroken." "Still slick with words at a time . I shouldn’t even bother with you." Though Yun Ya said this, she still carefully examined the burn, noticing two large blisters that needed immediate attention. "I’ll first disinfect and puncture the blisters. Wait here; I’ll go get what I need." She got up and left, soon returning with a small medical kit. As a precaution, she had prepared an all-purpose medical kit, ready for any emergencies and medical bandaging needs. Yun Ya took out a sterilized needle and aimed at the blister, glancing up at him: "This might hurt a bit, bear with it." Yan Song smiled: "What’s a little pain to a man?" Yan Song didn’t frown once from beginning to end. After Yun Ya applied medicine and bandaged him up, she said, "Remember to change the dressing in two days. It might scar...." "It’s normal for a man to carry scars, isn’t it?" Yan Song raised an eyebrow and caught Yun Ya’s hand, placing it on his shoulder where there was a row of faint bite marks. They were barely discernible to the eye now, but one could still feel the indentation when touched. "Remember this? You bit me here when we were kids. At that moment, I thought, is this little girl a dog or what? She bites so fiercely. It hurt for three days. I’m going to have this scar for life." "You still have the nerve to say that? I haven’t been able to wear strapless clothes to this day because you stabbed me with a fork. It landed me in the hospital for a month when I was only four years old. The doctor said it was just shy of hitting my heart...." Yan Song hugged her tightly, so much so that Yun Ya nearly couldn’t breathe. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...." He could only keep repeating apologies. For that incident in their childhood, it was a nightmare he never wanted to relive. He had hurt the girl he loved most, and every time he thought about it, he wanted to slap himself. "So, I’m here to repay that debt now. If I could travel through time, I would definitely go back eleven years and give that nasty kid a beating for daring to hit my girlfriend. I’d beat him to a pulp." Yun Ya felt her nose sting, "I really hated him back then; I wanted to tear him apart. How could there be such a detestable person in the world? The wound still aches to this day. This scar is for life, you know? Once a hurt exists, it can never be undone. So, Brother Yan, it’s truly a miracle that we’re together...." Yan Song held her tight: "It’s not a miracle, but an inevitability. The bond between us was sown when we were children. Actually, I liked you back then, but you wouldn’t talk to me. I felt so dejected. To catch your attention, I deliberately said those things, not realizing it would anger you...." So it was all to get her attention. Yun Ya felt a mix of amusement and wistfulness. Thinking in detail about the past after all these years was unavoidably poignant. "You were only six years old and already so scheming, it’s terrifying upon close reflection." "Could I have chased you without a bit of cunning?" He had indeed gotten away with it, and now he was acting spoiled. "We haven’t settled our score yet. Don’t think you can get off easy with such self-sacrifice." Yun Ya tried to wriggle out of his embrace but was held firmly. Yan Song whispered in her ear: "As long as you don’t talk about breaking up, you can do as you please with me." His breath was hot on her neck as he spoke, tickling her and sending a current through her body. The scoundrel even lightly nibbled on her earlobe while whispering sweet nothings, and it didn’t take much for Yun Ya to melt in his arms.