Yan Song released her and huffed, "Just like that, are you scared?"
Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, "Scared of you?"
As the words fell, she flipped him over and pressed him beneath her, straddling him, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
Yan Song's brows quirked up slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes.
It was rare to see such an enthusiastic and unrestrained side of Yun Ya, truly… a sight to behold.
After their playfight, Yun Ya's stomach conveniently growled, and Yan Song laughed as he ruffled her hair, "I'll go cook."
With that said, he rolled up his sleeves and strode into the kitchen with his long legs.
He first tidied up the disarrayed kitchen, efficiently restoring order within two minutes. Then he washed rice, put it in the pot to cook, took out the vegetables, washed and chopped them—his knife skills were excellent, with crisp and rhythmic "chop chop chop" sounds.
