Yan Song placed her down on the sofa, leaned over her, and called her name passionately. But Yun Ya's stomach growled at just the right time, ruining the mood.
Yan Song smiled helplessly.
Yun Ya rubbed her stomach, "I didn't eat much at noon, and I barely ate anything at dinner. I'm starving..."
"Look at you, why don't you know how to take care of yourself at all? Do you have to make me worry about you to be satisfied?" The man said indulgently and helplessly, tapping Yun Ya's nose.
Yun Ya laughed, "I just want to make you worry, Brother Yan...."
Her gaze was passionate, her fingers slipped inside his collar, slowly caressing his skin. The man's breath quickened, her hand was so soft, her fingertips seemed to ignite flames, easily stirring up his desire wherever they touched.
"Yun Ya...." The man's voice was hoarse, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips. Yun Ya turned her head, and the man's lips landed among her soft hair.
