The acting was so awkward it almost spilled out of the screen.
Yan Song's face darkened a few shades, "What do you mean?"
Yun Ya hooked her lips slightly, "Can't understand human speech? Too bad, there are some words I only say once, if you can't understand, you'd better improve your comprehension."
Yan Song's sword-like brows furrowed deeply, his gaze on Yun Ya so intense he looked like he wanted to devour her, he took a deep breath, and suddenly, his lips curled into a cold smile, "What a sharp-tongued little girl."
"My Eldest Young Master Yan, I've been looking for you for a long time, why are you hiding here?" Suddenly, a surprised voice of a young boy came from not far away.
Almost subconsciously, Yan Song stepped in front of Yun Ya, shielding her from the probing eyes behind him.
The two were so close that they could clearly smell each other's scent; from a distance, they seemed to be embracing each other.
The boy spoke as he walked closer, "Who are you talking to?"
