Yan Song's hand slipped under her clothes, Yun Ya bit her lip, "Damn it...."
Yan Song chuckled and kissed her lips, "Who told you to look so beautiful today? You tempted me into crime, I don't care, you have to extinguish the fire you started."
Yun Ya glared at him fiercely, though she didn't realize how much of an impact that glare had on Yan Song, who disregarded everything and kissed her.
"I think I hear something like a fight outside?" Yun Ya's ears twitched, trying to push Yan Song away to get up.
Yan Song pressed her back down, "They're just playing around. Be good, focus."
...
In the end, Yun Ya was always the one to surrender, dizzy and seeing stars, completely unaware of the passing time.
Yan Song held her contentedly, the two squeezed together on a small 1.2-meter bed, fitting perfectly.
Yun Ya clutched his clothes with her small hands, and muttered dazedly, "Brother Yan, I have something to tell you."
Yan Song raised an eyebrow, looking down at her.
