Chapter 2160 - 531: Together Until Our Hair Turns White, Never Leaving or Forsaking—The Finale (11)

Chapter 2160: Chapter 531: Together Until Our Hair Turns White, Never Leaving or Forsaking—The Finale (11)

Yan Song caught her hand and kissed it near his lips, but he still didn’t open his eyes: "Don’t make a fuss, let’s sleep a little longer."

Yun Ya helplessly yet amusedly reached out to pinch his nose, "Aren’t you going to work?"

Yan Song suddenly opened his eyes, and the depth and sharpness in them startled Yun Ya. In the next moment, Yan Song turned over and pinned her beneath him, lazily raising an eyebrow. The look in his eyes as he leaned down was laced with inexplicable charm and mischief, like a seductive demon. Yun Ya’s breath quickened, finding it hard to endure him like this.

"You’re... you’re so heavy, get off me."

"I’m not going to work today. I want to spend some quality time with you." Yan Song’s husky voice was seductive and tempting, and Yun Ya felt a rush of warmth spreading through her body.

"Not going to work?" But she had an appointment with Professor Lin Ya today...

"What, you’re not happy?" Yan Song raised an eyebrow, his fingers grasping her chin.

Yun Ya smiled and said, "How could I not be, it’s just that I have an appointment today."

"Then I’ll be your driver." Without giving Yun Ya a chance to reply, he lowered his head and captured her lips.

Ever since Yan Song had first indulged in his desires, he relentlessly tormented her every night. However, fearing he might hurt her, he remained gentle, always teasing Yun Ya, never intense, but he was truly wearing her down, driving her almost crazy at times.

An hour later, Yan Song carried Yun Ya out of the bathroom and placed her on the sofa on the balcony. He casually picked up a towel and knelt on the floor to dry her wet hair.

He knelt on the carpet, and she sat on the sofa, yet he was still more than a head taller than her. Her line of sight naturally fell on the man’s bare chest, muscular and firm, exuding a distinctly male strength and allure. Though they had done intimate things, her face flushed with shyness, yet she couldn’t help but look.

A chuckle came from above, and Yun Ya reacted by raising her eyes to glare at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"If you want to look, then do so openly." Yan Song placed her hand on his chest and chuckled, "Do you like it?"

Yun Ya’s ears burned, and she snatched the towel and jumped down from the sofa: "I’m ignoring you." She ran into the dressing room.

Yan Song lowered his eyes and smiled.

Yun Ya changed her clothes and walked out, but Yan Song was no longer in the room. Just then, Ah Yun’s voice came from the door. Yun Ya walked to the vanity mirror, sat down, and picked up a brush to slowly comb through her long hair.

"Come in."

Upon receiving the instruction, Ah Yun entered, carrying a bowl of medicine.

Yun Ya glanced at the dark medicine, took it, and asked, "Where’s Brother Yan?"

Ah Yun replied respectfully, "I just saw Young Master Yan heading toward the garden."

Yun Ya nodded, and without a change in expression, drank the bowl of medicine. Ah Yun took the empty bowl and, seeing Yun Ya’s slightly furrowed brows, held back from saying anything.

The young lady said this medicine was for conceiving. Miss must love Young Master Yan very much, right? For someone as proud and noble as Miss to want to have a child for Young Master Yan before even getting married, what kind of love is that? The patience and pain that accompanies it were all too clear to her.

And because of this, she felt even more tenderhearted for the young lady.

Although she couldn’t understand Miss’s intentions for doing this, was she afraid that Young Master Yan might one day stop loving her? So, she wanted to use a child to anchor his love. No matter what choice Miss makes, Ah Yun would support her unconditionally.

Yun Ya lightly rubbed her stomach, suppressing the nausea, and rested her head on her arm, taking a while to recover.

"Miss..." Ah Yun looked at her with concern.

Yun Ya replied weakly, "I’m fine, you can go out now."

Ah Yun turned around helplessly and saw Yan Song’s tall figure standing rigidly at the door. His handsome, captivating face was void of any emotion. Startled, Ah Yun composed herself, respectfully greeted Young Master Yan, and quickly walked out with her head down.

Yun Ya’s back stiffened for a moment. She looked up with a smile and said, "Where did you go?"

The smile on her face was as gentle and serene as ever.

Yan Song walked over, his gaze fixed on her face. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Yun Ya shifted her gaze, but the next moment, Yan Song grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him, his lips pressed tightly.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

"Brother Yan, you’re hurting me." Yun Ya’s soft voice carried a hint of grievance.

Yan Song furrowed his brow, looked deeply at her, and slowly released his hand.

"Yun Ya, I’ve said before, there can’t be any deceit or lies between us. If there’s anything, you must tell me."

Yun Ya, smiling like a blooming flower, took his arm, "I know, I have an appointment, let’s get going."

Yan Song said nothing more and drove with Yun Ya out of the Ji Family Manor.