She caught him, she caught him...
Yan Song looked at someone clinging to him like an octopus, feeling both amused and helpless, especially as her two hands roamed over his chest, "Are you that impatient?"
His fingers brushed against her cheek, resignedly saying, "Are you still mad at me?"
Yun Ya snuggled and squirmed in his arms, melting Yan Song's heart into a puddle of water.
"What am I going to do with you?" he sighed softly and embraced her tightly as if wanting to fuse her into his very being.
Yun Ya felt warm and started moving restlessly, Yan Song held her small hands down, his large hand cradled her chin, and he kissed her lips.
The night was as cool as water, but in this little room, there was an atmosphere of fiery warmth and intimacy.
Tenderness intertwined with longing so deep that it reached the bones.
At the door, a hunched figure crouched, peering through the crack, smacking their lips as they looked.
