Uncle Yan's footsteps gradually receded, and Yun Ya let out a sigh of relief. The door wasn't locked, and she really feared that the next moment Uncle Yan would push the door open. If he saw the two of them in this state, she probably wouldn't have the face to stay at the Yan Family home any longer.
Yet, why did it feel like an illicit affair? Yun Ya found it both sweet and thrilling.
Suddenly, the breathing above her head grew heavy, as if heralding the approach of a storm. Yun Ya shrank her head, trying to wriggle out of his embrace, but in the next moment everything spun, and she was pinned beneath Yan Song.
"Ji Yunya, do you find me dirty?" His large frame trapped Yun Ya's limbs, leaving her completely immobilized.
Yun Ya blinked her clear, large eyes, "No, there is no boy cleaner than Brother Yan in this world."
Yan Song snorted, caught Yun Ya's fingers in his mouth, and very suggestively licked them with the tip of his tongue.
