"Ji Yunya, you silly girl, yearning and sorrowful at such a young age." Yan Song ruffled her hair, his tone dripping with disdain.
"Brother Yan, I don't like it when you call me by my full name. If I call you Yan Song, would you like that?" Her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
Yan Song raised an eyebrow, "If you don't call me Brother Yan, what else do you want to call me?"
Yun Ya pursed her lips, "Anyway, you're not allowed to call me by my full name."
"Sister Yun Ya?"
Yun Ya shook her head: "No, no, I don't like 'sister'."
"Yaya?"
Yun Ya immediately smiled a broad smile, nodding vigorously: "Mhm, that's good."
Suddenly, like a dragonfly skimming the water's surface, Yan Song pecked her on the cheek. Yun Ya froze, and when she looked up, the boy had already turned his head away. Yun Ya noticed the tips of his ears secretly turning red.
