Yun Ya felt as if a century had passed; it was that long. His hand slid down her back, itching and tingling. Her spine turned soft, and suddenly she snapped awake, biting his lip.
A hint of amusement flashed in Yan Song's eyes as he gazed straight into hers, ending that prolonged kiss.
Yun Ya was like a fish out of water, her hands propped against his chest, bending over and gasping for air. When she looked down, she saw something she shouldn't, and with a scream, she quickly covered her eyes with her hands.
"You're a hooligan," she said in a tone so soft and weak it carried no force.
Yan Song chuckled lightly and whispered in her ear, "I'm only a hooligan toward you. Besides, I've seen it all, and we've kissed. I might think you're playing hard to get."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not speaking to you anymore, you've gotten all my clothes wet," Yun Ya pouted, about to leave.
