Watching the two walk away, the girl couldn’t give up and wanted to chase after them. The girl with short hair quickly grabbed her: "Forget it, didn’t you hear him calling her his wife already." The girl shook off her hand resentfully: "All the good grass is hogged by a pig, so infuriating." The short-haired girl secretly rolled her eyes. You’re the pig here, a wild pig that can’t even get to the good grass at that. With that temperament, you’re just the type to become a mistress. She really couldn’t stand seeing this girl trying to ruin someone else’s happiness. Exiting the elevator, Yun Ya lifted her head from his embrace and glared at him fiercely: "All you do is flirt around, never giving me peace of mind." Yan Song laughed in spite of his annoyance, "And you have the nerve to talk? A new romance revealed? Can you explain that to me?" "The media writes nonsense, and you actually believe it?" Yun Ya muttered as she fumbled for her keys inside her bag, struggling to jump down from Yan Song’s embrace. "Flies don’t sting seamless eggs. Would the media fabricate stories if you weren’t dining with Qin Du?" Yan Song insisted on confronting her. While Yun Ya was opening the door, he hugged her from behind, not wanting to waste a single second. "So you mean I should just stay at home honestly and not have any contact with men?" Yun Ya gave him a glare. Yan Song nodded in satisfaction: "That would be perfect." "Click," the door opened. Yun Ya opened the door, and as she was stepping in, suddenly her head spun and the door slammed shut behind her. Her back slammed against the cold and hard door panel, and a tall wall of a man came pressing down on her, the intense pressure momentarily panicking Yun Ya. Scorching lips landed on hers, and in that instant, her mind exploded, unable to find any sense of direction, dizzily. From urgency to frenzy, Yun Ya pushed against him with both hands, but his held hers tightly against the door panel, his legs pinning her kicking legs. Gradually, after the storm passed and the gentle rain poured, her body softened, no longer resisting, and Yan Song released her hands. Slowly pulling away from her lips, Yun Ya’s legs gave way, and she nearly collapsed to the floor, but Yan Song was quick to catch her in his arms, tenderly wiping drool from her chin, his eyes shining with a gentle smile: "Your physical stamina really isn’t up to par, you faint so quickly." Yun Ya caught her breath for a moment, then pounded his chest with her hand, "Damn you, try holding your breath for a minute and see if you can handle it?" Yan Song’s lips curled in pride: "Don’t talk about a minute, I can do ten, and it looks like we still need more practice." With that, he leaned in for another kiss. Yun Ya quickly pushed him away: "Enough, I can’t take it anymore, please spare me." Yan Song, his interest fading, stood up with her in his arms and headed towards the bedroom. He laid her down on the large bed, lay down beside her, and wrapped his long arm around her, drawing her into his embrace and inhaling the fragrance of her hair. Satisfied, he closed his eyes. It wasn’t until she lay in his arms that Yun Ya felt it was real. Her nose tingled involuntarily, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, curling up in his arms like a cat. That call of "Brother Yan" was filled with such tender affection that it utterly melted Yan Song’s heart. "Yes?" Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on NovєlFіre.net "Are you still going to leave?" Yan Song fell silent, holding her tightly, suddenly unsure how to speak. "Aunt Zhuang told me you’ve been at the military base all month. I should understand, but I just feel so sad. I really don’t want you to leave me." As Yun Ya spoke, her voice became laced with tears. Yan Song’s heart ached unbearably, "I’m sorry...." "You’re still going to leave, aren’t you? Your family has moved to the Capital City, and you won’t come back again, will you? How hard it will be to see you again in the future..." Yun Ya’s tone was full of wistfulness. Yan Song sighed softly, kissed the top of her head, and said softly: "I’m back for only three days this time. I didn’t even see my mother before I rushed back to see you. I won’t go anywhere these three days; I’ll just stay with you, okay?" Yun Ya cried even more: "Only three days..." Yan Song closed his eyes, holding her tight: "Right now I have nothing, unable to offer you the promise or the life you want. Wait for me for two years. In two years, I will give you everything you desire." Yun Ya clutched at the fabric of his shirt, tears finally overflowing: "I don’t want anything, I just want you." To stay by my side and never leave. But she knew she couldn’t be so selfish. He was meant for a much broader sky, meant to soar freely like an eagle, not to be trapped by her side like a bird with clipped wings.