The carriage was dim, making it hard to see Yan Song’s face, but those eyes were exceptionally bright, like stars in the night sky. Yun Ya blinked and asked, "Where are we?" As she straightened up from his embrace, she found Yan Song’s hold too warm and too comfortable, and really didn’t want to leave it. Yan Song raised a hand to tidy the hair on her shoulder, "Tired? Sleep a little longer." Yun Ya yawned and once again pressed her cheek against his chest, rubbing it like a kitten. "I can’t sleep anymore." Thinking of something, Yun Ya asked, "Has Uncle Chang arrived?" Yan Song nodded, "He has, he’s at the police station dealing with the follow-up matters now." "Is everything resolved?" Yan Song smiled, "Yeah." Yun Ya snuggled back into his arms, "Brother Yan, it’s so good to have you." Yan Song hugged her tightly, without a word. It was too late to return to Ji Family Manor, so they were brought back to Zelin Apartment Back at the apartment, the two of them fell on the big bed and slept in each other’s arms. Before falling asleep, Yun Ya murmured in his ear, "I want to monopolize you for these three days, not wanting to be apart from you for even a moment...." Yan Song’s mouth curved up in an indulgent smile, encircling her in his arms. "I’ll grant your wish." Yan Song was too tired, and he slept deeply. When he awoke, he instinctively reached for the space beside him, but found it empty. Yan Song suddenly sat up, the bedroom drape with heavy curtains was somewhat dim. Stepping out of bed and drawing back the curtains, the glaring sunlight rushed in, Yan Song instinctively used his hand to shield his eyes. The sun was already high in the sky, judging by the looks of things it was nearly noon. He had slept for so long. Suddenly, a "clattering" sound came from outside, very jarring, somewhat like... the sound of an iron pot hitting the ground. Yan Song had a bad feeling and ran out. He saw the kitchen was billowing with thick smoke, there was no clean spot to step, spices scattered everywhere, a cucumber half-chopped on the cutting board with terrible presentation, around the edge of the porridge pot on the stove there was solidified soggy white stuff, looking closely, it seemed like rice; on the floor, a frying pan lay there, with pale yellow egg liquid spread all around. The source of this content ɪs novel-fire.net Yun Ya stood there wearing an apron, face covered in soot, looking somewhat aggrieved and indignant, biting her lip, appearing pitiful. Seeing Yan Song, she pouted, "I really have no talent for cooking, it looks so simple when others do it, how come nothing works when it comes to me?" Yan Song stepped over the mess, walked up to her and took her hand. Yun Ya instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Yan Song gave her a glare, and she didn’t dare move. On those fair fingertips was a cut, not deep, but with blood seeping out, another fingertip was swollen, with a small blister forming. Yan Song’s face turned cold. Yun Ya pursed her lips, "I wanted to make you breakfast, although I messed it up." Yan Song led her out of the kitchen, retrieved the first aid kit, first cleaned her wound, applied medicine, and then wrapped it up. Throughout the process, Yan Song was serious and silent, but it was this silent solemnity that unsettled Yun Ya. With both fingers wrapped up like zongzi, Yun Ya wrinkled her delicate nose, "It’s so ugly." Yan Song snorted, "Serves you right." Yun Ya pouted, "What did you say about me?" Yan Song raised a hand and rubbed the top of her head, "I said you deserve it." Yun Ya reached out to hit him, "You have no conscience; my hand is injured, and you say I deserve it. I won’t make breakfast for you ever again." "Knowing you can’t cook, you still insisted on showing off. If that isn’t asking for it, what is?" "You... Yan Song, you jerk." Yun Ya’s cheeks flushed crimson. Yan Song sighed and hugged her, "With me here, you’ll never need to enter the kitchen again. Don’t try to show off in the future. If you get hurt again, it’s going to hurt me a lot." "But you said I deserved it." "That was in anger, you actually believe that? The pain is on your hand, but it hurts in my heart." "So cheesy..." Yun Ya muttered softly, feeling secretly delighted. "Remember, in this lifetime, don’t even think about setting foot in the kitchen again, or else see how I deal with you." Yan Song’s tone was stern, his threat full of conviction. Yun Ya provocatively countered, "What if I do? What can you do to me..." No sooner had the words left her mouth than the world spun, and she was suddenly pushed down on the sofa by Yan Song, who loomed over her, his mouth silencing hers, and Yun Ya slowly ceased to struggle, melting under his tender assault. Yun Ya thought to herself, she really needed to practice holding her breath more, or else she’d certainly suffocate .