Yan Song rarely showed a smile, "Ji Yunya, make sure to call me on time, three times a day, and report to my house on Saturdays and Sundays. You also have to tutor me in English, and you can't abandon things halfway."
Yun Ya revealed a radiant smile, brighter than the sunlight outside the car window; Yan Song's gaze deepened, and then he curled his lips into a smile.
They arrived at the Ji Family Manor, and the two got out of the car. The gatekeeper, seeing that the young miss had returned, hurriedly opened the gate.
Yan Song took Yun Ya's hand and strode in.
Yun Ya really wanted to pull her hand away, but he was holding it too tightly. She couldn't help but whisper, "Brother Yan, have you forgotten our agreed upon rules?"
Yan Song glanced at her sidelong, a look in his eyes that sent a chill down Yun Ya's spine.
His fingers hooked into Yun Ya's palm, tickling her slightly, and in the next instant, Yan Song released her hand.
