Zhuang Xiyue took Yan Ke to go grocery shopping, saying they were buying ingredients to welcome Yun Ya tonight, so on the way back, it was just the two of them in the car.
Yan Song twirled her hair around his finger, "You're very concerned about my cousin?"
His tone was haunting, hard to discern any emotion.
"Of course..." Yan Song's gaze darkened, and the atmosphere in the car became a bit chilly.
Yun Ya rolled her eyes and grinned, hugging his neck, "Because he's your cousin, your family. I naturally hope he's well, but that's all. Brother Yan, you wouldn't be jealous even of your own cousin, would you?"
Yan Song pinched her nose and jokingly scolded, "Smooth talker."
"It depends on who I learned it from." Yun Ya pressed her forehead against his, gave his lips a quick peck, and just as she pulled away, Yan Song's big hand cupped her head and deepened the kiss.
