Yun Ya finally couldn’t hold back her tears. She was really prone to crying now, or should she say her tear ducts were just too developed? Whenever she wanted to cry, she cried. She felt as if her future was shrouded in darkness, with Ji Lanyi’s sword constantly hanging over her head, ready to fall at any moment. She didn’t know if she could hold on until Brother Yan returned, maybe... No, it definitely wouldn’t come to that... Accompanied by Yun Ya’s sobbing and the hot tears that fell on her chest, Yan Song felt a painful tightening in his heart. At this moment, any words seemed pale and insufficient; silent companionship was the warmest confession of all. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but Yun Ya’s crying slowly subsided, only to be replaced by hiccupping that sounded pitifully vulnerable. Yan Song’s hand patted her back, helping her to catch her breath. "I’ll go get you a glass of water." As he said this and released Yun Ya, he went to get out of bed, but Yun Ya grabbed him, "Don’t go...." Discover more novels at novel⚑fire.net Looking at him with a face full of dependence. Yan Song gently patted the back of her hand, "I’ll go get you water, I’ll be right back, be good...." Yan Song gently pried her hand off his, put on his slippers, and walked out of the bedroom. Yun Ya stared at her empty palm, and a bitter smile crept across her face. She was becoming increasingly sentimental. What would she do without Brother Yan in the future? The house hadn’t been lived in for a long time and there was no boiled water. Yan Song could only boil some now. He watched as the kettle began to bubble on the gas stove and fell into a trance. Yun Ya couldn’t live without him, and he couldn’t live without Yun Ya, but he had no choice. For the sake of their future, he must work hard and fight on. Only when he became stronger would he have the ability to protect her and provide her with a fulfilling life. Otherwise, with nothing to his name but the protection of his family, what could he offer her? This wasn’t the life he wanted, nor could he bear to see her suffer alongside him. Moreover, in a family like the Yan Family, strength was everything; without it, one could only be oppressed. He didn’t want those busybodies to have the chance to bully Yun Ya. Yan Song narrowed his eyes, his resolve steeling once more at the thought of Yun Ya. Carrying the boiled water, he cooled it down with some cold water, bringing it to the perfect temperature. Yun Ya took a few sips, and the sound of her hiccups gradually diminished as she gently patted her chest, "I’m fine now." Yan Song took the water cup from her hands and placed it on the bedside table. Yun Ya looked up at him, "Brother Yan, have you eaten yet?" Yan Song hummed, "I finally crossed your mind, not easy, eh?" Yun Ya bent her knees, grabbing his hand, "Sorry, there are no vegetables at home. How about we order takeout? I’ll eat with you." Yan Song grabbed her hand in return and pounced on her like a starving wolf, instantly pinning Yun Ya down on the bed, "I only want to eat you." "Ah... Brother Yan, stop messing around." Yun Ya struggled a bit but was firmly secured beneath Yan Song’s larger frame. "Who’s messing around? I’m full just eating you." As he spoke, his hands began to wander. Yun Ya resisted at first but gradually let him have his way. After a while of playfulness, Yun Ya wriggled out from under the covers, glanced at the bedside clock, "It’s eight o’clock, let’s get up and eat something." Yan Song stretched out one long arm, drawing her back in, and the blanket enveloped them tightly, their movements beneath it reminiscent of wriggling insects. The bed creaked under the strain, emitting muffled noises. "Hey, stop it, I’ll get mad if you keep this up, it hurts, slow down...." "I’m just touching, not going in, my good Yaya, let me just kiss...." "Get lost." Yun Ya kicked him away with one foot, rolled to the side, and wrapped in the bedsheet, ran into the bathroom. Yan Song lay on the bed, chuckling loudly, "Why are you shy? I’ve seen everything there is to see on you, touched everything there is to touch. Anyway, you’ll be mine sooner or later." "Hooligan." The girl’s coy voice came from the bathroom. Yan Song’s laugh deepened, his gaze flickering to the pink panties on the bedside, and with a sly grin, he picked them up and sniffed them, the scent mixed with the fragrance of the girl causing his breath to deepen. He stuffed the panties into his pocket as a keepsake. He then realized that his actions might seem a bit perverted and laughed helplessly. What did he care? He was happy to indulge his perversion; what business was it of anyone else’s? The rush of water could be heard, and Yan Song grew restless. To have something temptingly out of reach was an unbearable torture. If it weren’t for her young age and his desire to cherish her, he would have already devoured her completely. Throwing off the blanket, Yan Song got out of bed and strode towards the door, knocking, "Yaya, open the door."