"Still not leaving?"
Yan Ke cursed inwardly, feeling shameful for prioritizing lust over loyalty, and slipped away without dignity.
Yan Song turned to glance at Yun Ya. The girl stood under the lamp, dressed in a lake-blue nightgown, its neckline dipping a bit low—not enough to be overly revealing, but the exposed collarbone was exceptionally sensual. Her skin was whiter than snow, and her eyes gentle like spring water, reminiscent of a cool breeze on a summer night, stirring waves in the lake of his turbulent heart.
Yan Song furrowed his brow.
Yun Ya smiled and asked, "Are you planning to stand there all night?"
Yan Song stepped in, closing the door behind him.
Yun Ya carried a tray inside and placed it on the table. It held a serving of vegetable congee, a small dish of side vegetables, and a cup of hot milk.
Yun Ya ate a few bites, noticing the man still standing by the door, and laughed softly, "Aren't you hungry?"
