"Aren't you cold?" Yun Ya leaned tiredly on his shoulder, her eyes fixed on the man's rugged jawline. In the dim light, Yun Ya noticed the stubble sprouting, adding a touch more masculinity to him.
"Cold? I don't feel it." Yan Song carried her upstairs in a few strides, and asked, "What were you listening to earlier that made you so happy?"
Yun Ya said, "Oh, today Second Aunt returned, why didn't you come to the family dinner tonight?"
Yan Song pursed his lips; he was aware of what transpired at the family dinner right away. His eyes cooled, "I had some things to deal with, couldn't make it."
