Silence.
Yun Ya's mind flashed with insight as she thought of the hot, freshly eaten soup dumplings, and an improbable answer surfaced in her mind.
"Soup dumplings taste bad when they're cold, so...."
Yun Ya, angered, ran over and hammered him hard: "Are you stupid? There are many ways to keep things warm. You're not a pig with thick skin that can withstand heat. How did it not burn you to death?" As she spoke, tears fell like pearls off a broken string.
Yan Song panicked when he saw her cry: "I didn't think much of it at that moment, and it didn't hurt at all...."
Yun Ya wiped away her tears and glared at him fiercely: "Are you a pig?"
Yan Song quickly raised his hand: "I'm a pig...."
Yun Ya burst out laughing, amused by his gesture, and Yan Song, seeing Yun Ya laugh, breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Idiot."
Yun Ya tore off his clothes: "Take them off for me."
Yan Song cooperated this time, deftly removing his clothes to reveal his bare upper body.
