Yun Ya suddenly woke up. She opened her slightly dazed eyes and saw Yan Song awake, his brows and eyes bright: "Brother Yan, you’re awake, is there anywhere uncomfortable? I’ll go call the doctor." She was about to get up to call the doctor when Yan Song grabbed her arm, and in the next instant, she fell onto the bed, and was held in his embrace by his long arms. "Brother Yan, your injury..." Yun Ya pushed against him, but Yan Song’s strong arms gave her no chance to explain. He lowered his head, looked at her deeply, then sealed her lips directly. Yun Ya’s eyes widened, the confusion slowly dissipating, gradually transforming into a lake of clear joy. Yan He heard Yan Song was awake, and pushed the door to go in, Yellow Hair grabbed her: "What are you doing?" "The captain’s awake, I’m going to check on him." Yellow Hair peeked inside through the glass on the door, chuckled: "Are you going in now to make Boss resent you for life? Alright, Captain seems cold and detached usually, but turns out when flirting with a girl, he’s not vague at all..." Yan He heard this, glanced inside, and saw the two intertwined like two lovebirds, causing her pupils to constrict sharply. Heart like being cut by a knife. Mind pierced by a thousand arrows. No matter how strong the psychological defenses were built, all crumbled at this moment. The unwillingness, the grievance, the lovesickness transformed into sorrow, turning into a sharp knife, piercing the heart, leaving pain worse than death. She finally couldn’t bear it any longer, turned and ran away quickly. Yellow Hair watched her back, raised an eyebrow: "Women..." Yan Song slowly released her, Yun Ya took a few breaths, glared at him fiercely, but with that glance, it was more charm than threat, wishing Yan Song would hold her in his arms again and cherish her. Chapters first released on NoveI-Fire.ɴet "You’re still injured, don’t move recklessly." Yun Ya wiped her mouth, feeling a bit numb. Yan Song curled his lips, his stern demeanor instantly melted like spring wind thawing a frozen lake, tenderness approaching. "It’s nothing, just a superficial wound, it’s like a mosquito bite to me." Yan Song said dismissively. Yun Ya’s heart suddenly halted, thinking about all the wounds, big and small, on him, knife wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, the most dangerous being the gunshot wound in his chest, barely missing the heart. One could only imagine what he had gone through in the past two years. "But that’s not okay, you must recover well. Until the wound is completely healed, don’t think about getting out of bed." Yun Ya said sternly. Yan Song smiled helplessly, holding her small hand: "Alright, I’ll listen to you, but can I go to the bathroom first?" Yun Ya supported him: "I’ll go with you." Yan Song was more than happy. After coming out of the bathroom, both their faces were slightly flushed, Yun Ya discarded all decorum, thinking they’ve done everything except the final step, what’s the point in being coy now. She carefully helped Yan Song sit on the hospital bed. At this moment, Yellow Hair knocked and walked in, glanced around Yun Ya, and coughed: "Boss..." Yun Ya got up, "You two talk, I’m going out to handle something." She said and stood up and left. Yellow Hair chuckled, raised a thumb: "Boss, you’re impressive." To actually get Miss Ji, truly worthy of being the boss. Yan Song’s expression reverted from the gentleness shown in front of Yun Ya to his usual coldness, giving Yellow Hair a cold glance: "Any news about N?" Upon talking business, Yellow Hair’s playful demeanor instantly turned serious. Yun Ya walked out of the ward, the entire floor had been booked, special police stationed every few steps, a tense atmosphere pervaded the hallway. "Mingyue." Yun Ya called softly. In the next instant, Mingyue appeared from nowhere, without alerting anyone, drifting before Yun Ya. "How is Ning Zihuan?" "More severely injured than your lover." Mingyue replied coldly, turning to leave. Yun Ya followed, looked at Mingyue’s tall figure, and said: "Thank you." She knew well, without Mingyue, she, Yan Song, and Ning Zihuan would undoubtedly be dead. Perhaps Mingyue was really her savior sent by heaven. "I accept." The usual casual coolness. Yun Ya smiled slightly, lips pressed. Ning Zihuan was in the neighboring ward, when Yun Ya pushed the door in, Ning Zihuan had already awoken, eyes wide open, pondering something. Seeing Yun Ya enter, he rolled over and got up: "Yun Ya, you finally came to see me." His eyes bright like stars, shining with excitement.