Yan Song let go of his hand, flinging the youth effortlessly behind him. The boy stumbled and plopped down onto the ground with a thud.
The youth was on a bike, with one foot still touching the ground, appearing even more slender and irresistibly cool.
Looking against the backlight, his face was somewhat indistinct, but those brooding brows and cold, deep gaze pierced right to her core.
"Ji Yunya, don't talk to strange men," he said with a domineering and arrogant tone.
Yun Ya looked at him, somewhat entranced.
Yan Song's brows were furrowed so tightly they could squash a fly: "Are you deaf…" He suddenly changed direction mid-sentence: "Didn't you hear me talking?"
That was close, he nearly crossed a line.
He remembered that as a child, he and Yun Ya had fought because of those words. It seemed that he had some understanding of Yun Ya now. With a brother like that, she must have detested those words all her life.
He reminded himself never to make the same mistake twice.
