Ning Zihuan suddenly became anxious: "Stop right there." Yun Ya walked even faster. Ning Zihuan, in his panic, leaned forward and fell off the bed with a "thump," which was a shocking sight. Yun Ya heard the noise, turned around, and quickly ran over to help him up, checking his leg injury. Ning Zihuan exaggeratedly cried out, repeatedly shouting in pain. Yun Ya realized he was faking it and laughed, "Oops, your bones are broken, you’ll be disabled for life." Ning Zihuan froze for a moment, suddenly grabbing Yun Ya’s hand: "I don’t want to be a cripple." Yun Ya hated cripples; he didn’t want Yun Ya to despise him. "Serves you right for not eating properly and jumping all over the place." Ning Zihuan furrowed his brows, and after a moment, he compromised: "Alright, I’ll listen to you...." Yun Ya’s lip curved slightly, laughing: "That’s more like it." At that moment, the door suddenly opened from the outside, and a tall figure stood there, emitting a chilling vibe. Ning Zihuan’s eyes flashed slightly, smiling warmly as he greeted: "Long time no see, Young Master Yan." Yun Ya laughed, "What brings you here." Yan Song strode in, naturally wrapping his arm around Yun Ya’s shoulder, pulling her into his embrace. Yun Ya was stunned but then nestled like a small bird in his arms. Yan Song looked down with a sneer on his lips: "Actually, we just met a few days ago." Ning Zihuan secretly gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Yan Song’s hand resting on Yun Ya’s shoulder, wishing he had a knife to chop it off. But he smiled outwardly: "Indeed, we just met a few days ago; look at me, I’ve already forgotten." Their eyes met, sparks flying. Yanyan shrank her neck, suddenly feeling cold. "Yaya, didn’t you say you wanted to pick out a gift for great-grandfather? We have some free time this afternoon, let’s stroll around the market." His voice was so gentle it could drown someone. Yun Ya nodded obediently: "Okay." "Zihuan, take care of your injury, I’ll come see you when I have time." With those words, Yun Ya was led out by Yan Song with his arm around her shoulder. Before leaving, Yan Song glanced at him coldly and mockingly. Walked away with swagger. Watching their intimate backs, Ning Zihuan secretly gritted his teeth, his gaze mixed with deep hostility, stirring as if to destroy everything. Yanyan tried to minimize her presence. No more things to smash, let’s see what you do. Ning Zihuan grabbed a pillow and threw it to the ground, along with a blanket... "Yan Song, just you wait." After venting, he suddenly calmed down, taking a deep breath. Yanyan was momentarily stunned. Ning Zihuan narrowed his eyes dangerously: "I said, I want to eat." "Oh, okay, Young Master Ning, please wait." Yanyan snapped out of it, turned, and quickly left. Ning Zihuan sneered, now the priority is to heal the leg injury; time is on my side, let’s see how things unfold. Yan Song’s face was sullen. Yun Ya looked up from his embrace, "What’s wrong?" In the next instant, she was pinned against the wall, Yan Song’s intense gaze fell on her face, making Yun Ya’s scalp tingle. Her small hands pushed against his chest. "What are you doing?" Her eyes darted around nervously, "What if someone sees...." Original content can be found at ⓝovelFire.net "From now on, you’re not allowed to see him." Yun Ya paused, then realized who he meant, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement. Yan Song huffed lightly, his rough fingers caressing her delicate cheeks, causing a slight sting yet stirring a passion in his heart, blushing either from the rubbing or embarrassment. "He has bad intentions." Yun Ya blinked: "But he’s my friend, he’s helped me a lot." Yan Song pursed his lips, his breath becoming unstable. He leaned down and kissed her, urgently and wildly, as if he was declaring something. Yun Ya sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Yan He suddenly paused her steps, watching those intertwined figures, her pupils contracted, quickly hiding behind the door. That scene deeply hurt her. She hadn’t stepped into the hospital for three days, giving herself time to calm down. During this time, she’d thought a lot, found many excuses, and eventually convinced herself. She couldn’t let go, and she was willing to take a chance. Unexpectedly, upon arriving at the hospital, she saw this scene. Yan Song was always so cold, almost inhuman, people joked privately that he must have frozen to death in his past life, hence his icy temper. But this ice-cold person was utterly passionate in front of one woman. He was so gentle, so madly kissing another woman.