"What are you doing?" came the girl’s wary voice. Yan Song’s mouth curved slightly, "Desperate need." "I can’t hold it anymore." Holding urine is bad for the health, especially for men, as it affects that aspect of their functionality. Yun Ya, afraid he might really hold it in, hastily shut off the tap, draped a bath towel around herself, cracked the door open, only to be pushed forcefully open. Yun Ya stumbled back several steps, nearly falling to the slippery floor, but was swiftly caught by the other’s quick reflexes. It was like the most clichéd yet most romantic hero-saving-the-beauty pose from a TV drama. Yun Ya blinked her eyes, looking at the handsome face in front of her with a half-smile, and eyes unabashedly wolfish as they landed on her chest, and then lower... Yun Ya looked down to see her bath towel had somehow fallen to the ground. She was now naked... With a scream, she pushed Yan Song away forcefully, snatched up the towel, and draped it around herself, "What are you staring at? Be careful or you’ll get styes in your eyes." It must be said that although Yun Ya’s figure was slightly thin, her tall and slender body, fair skin, was truly a sight for sore eyes, with a unique charm of its own. Yan Song raised an eyebrow, his gaze meaningfully drifting over a certain area: "Seems like, it’s gotten a bit bigger." He had felt it just now, thinking to himself that it was indeed growing. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel-fire.ɴet Yun Ya’s cheeks flared red, whether from the steam in the bathroom or from embarrassment, looking as ravishing and beautiful as a fully bloomed peony, catching Yan Song’s undivided attention. "Pervert." Yun Ya turned to leave but was pulled back by Yan Song’s long arm. "Join me in the shower," he said, turning on the showerhead, and water flooded down like a downpour. Yan Song pulled off the towel from her. "Didn’t you say you needed to pee? Liar." Yun Ya instinctively crossed her arms and glared at him fiercely. Yan Song smirked, his breath caressing her ear, "Suddenly, I don’t feel like it anymore." Their bath took over an hour, and Yun Ya didn’t know if it was from the steam or what, but she felt dizzy and light-headed, eventually being carried out by Yan Song. "You’re so bad," she could only say in a soft, delicate voice. "Women don’t love a man who isn’t bad," Yan Song said cheerfully, as he wiped her body with a dry towel, serving her with seeming willingness and devotion. "I’ll do it myself, turn around," Yun Ya huffed, reaching to snatch the towel from his hands, but her hand just flopped down weakly. Yan Song laughed, "Do you still have the strength?" "Aaaaaah...." Yun Ya went crazy, "Yan Song, you jerk...." Yan Song ignored her swearing, went to the wardrobe to find her clothes, only to discover it was empty. "I haven’t been here for a while, Aunt Die hasn’t had the chance to prepare anything. Never mind, I’ll just wear my previous clothes," she said, searching for her clothes. Their clothes were tossed everywhere in the recent commotion, she searched while wrapped in a blanket, "Strange, how could one be missing?" Yan Song’s eyes flashed, "Oh? What’s missing?" "Missing..." Yun Ya glared at him, "Why should I tell you?" With that, she started rummaging through drawers and closets, but it was nowhere to be found, "Weird, I clearly saw it by the bed." Yan Song raised his eyebrows, remained silent as he began to put on pants, and once dressed, noticed Yun Ya still searching, his hand subconsciously reaching into his pocket. With a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, he approached her and said, "If you can’t find it, let’s not look for it. Let’s go buy a new one." Yun Ya’s face turned crimson with embarrassment, her voice getting lower, "It’s my underwear that’s missing... How can I go out ?" Yan Song nodded with understanding, his smile suggesting something cheeky, "So it’s your underwear that’s gone missing. No one will know if you don’t wear any, let’s go, I’ll accompany you to the mall to buy a new pair." Yun Ya glared at him, then squinted as if sudden comprehension dawned on her, "Tell me, did you hide them?" It had to be him—who else would steal her underwear? Such a perverted act was unmatched by anyone else. Yan Song spread his hands, "You’re really accusing me wrongly." His innocent expression almost convinced Yun Ya. Not wanting to argue with him, luckily she was wearing a long skirt today, which didn’t affect much, but still, she felt uneasy. She really felt cursed. Yan Song walked over and took her hand, "Let’s go, accompany me for a meal." It was already past nine o’clock, dark outside, and the entire city was shrouded in darkness. Yun Ya slung her bag over her shoulder, put on a mask and a hat, concealing her face meticulously. Being a public figure, she needed to be fully armed to prevent being recognized. Yan Song couldn’t help but chuckle, "Big star, even going out with me is beneath you."