CHAPTER 1061: 218 ZI CHOU YIN MAO THREE JOYS AT THE DOOR_7

"What are you doing? If Aunt Zhuang finds out... ah...." Yun Ya suddenly screamed as her bath towel was suddenly pulled away by Yan Song. She hadn’t had time to put on clothes underneath, and the next moment, Yan Song clasped her waist with both hands and began to kiss her urgently.

Yun Ya pushed his head with both hands: "Stop it, I don’t feel well...."

Yan Song’s movements paused, he glanced up at her, his eyes were dark, like a deep well or pond, causing Yun Ya’s heart to skip a beat.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"You once asked me, if I knew you were lying to me, what would I do? Do you remember?" Yan Song’s voice was hoarse, yet it carried a hint of coldness.

Yun Ya’s heart constricted; it was a question asked just this morning, she certainly hadn’t forgotten.

"Brother Yan, you...."

"I’ll tell you right now, exactly what I would do." With those words, he forcibly pressed her against the door, biting her neck with a vengeful ferocity.

Yun Ya gasped.

Her teeth bit her lip, forcing herself not to make a sound.

From the door to the bed, eventually, he became ruthless. Yun Ya began to sob quietly, startling him as if awakening from a trance, he looked at the girl beneath him, biting her lip, pale and aggrieved, and hugged her tightly with heartache: "Yaya...."

Yun Ya suddenly pushed him away, grabbed the blanket to cover herself, glared at him coldly: "Get lost, don’t touch me."

Yan Song frustratedly raked his hair, "I just lost control for a moment, Yaya, please forgive me."

Yun Ya suddenly started crying: "You bastard, I’m still on my period, my stomach hurts...."

Yan Song immediately panicked, leaned over to hug her: "I was just too angry, hit me, as long as it calms you down." Saying this, he grabbed Yun Ya’s wrist and slapped himself, forcefully.

Yun Ya pouted wronged: "My hand hurts."

Yan Song hurriedly took her hand carefully, blowing on it: "Does it still hurt?"

Yun Ya snorted: "Explain yourself, what’s really going on?"

Yan Song’s gaze darkened as he hugged her, falling silent.

"Speak, if you don’t tell me what’s happening, you can forget about ever getting in my bed again."

Yan Song held her tight, his grip almost making it hard for her to breathe: "What’s gotten into you?"

Yan Song’s throat bobbed, about to speak when suddenly Zhuang Xiyue’s gentle voice echoed from outside: "Yun Ya, are you asleep?"

Yun Ya’s face turned pale, her small hand clutched tightly onto the muscle of Yan Song’s arm, her expression full of tension.

The door seemed unlocked, if Aunt Zhuang just pushed it open, she would see her and Brother Yan as they were now...

Yan Song was bare-chested, she was naked, wrapped up in his arms, breathing as one, the scene was spicy and ambiguous...

This was at Aunt Zhuang’s house, doing such things with Brother Yan, what would Aunt Zhuang think?

"Huh, why is it quiet, could she really be asleep?"

Yun Ya feared Zhuang Xiyue might push the door open any moment, then what was happening between her and Yan Song would really be exposed. The distinction between confessing and being "caught" was a world apart; she quickly shouted: "Aunt Zhuang, I just finished bathing, haven’t put on clothes yet, what would you like with me?"

Zhuang Xiyue’s hand, ready to push the door, paused, and she smiled: "Nothing, just wanted to see if you’re comfortable staying here."

Yun Ya quickly pushed Yan Song, pointed at the bathroom, signaling him to hide quickly.

Yan Song squinted his cold eyes slightly, what was there to hide in his own home?

But he understood Yun Ya’s concerns, willing to compromise for her, he walked with his long legs down the hallway and quickly entered the bathroom.

Yun Ya hid Yan Song’s clothes under the bed, tidied up the messy bedding, then swiftly put on a nightgown, walked over to open the door, holding a towel to wipe her half-wet hair, standing gracefully at the door.

Her face had a rare radiance, features charming, lips dyed as if with blood, looking vibrant.

Zhuang Xiyue subtly furrowed her brow.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhuang, for your concern, I’m very comfortable here."

Zhuang Xiyue smiled: "As long as you like it, I was worried you wouldn’t adapt, so I warmed a cup of milk for you to help you sleep."

Zhuang Xiyue held a cup of milk and handed it to Yun Ya.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhuang." Yun Ya took it, drank it down in front of Zhuang Xiyue.

Zhuang Xiyue took the empty cup, her eyes casually swept over Yun Ya’s neck, pupils suddenly tightened a bit, she discreetly retracted her gaze.

Yun Ya sensitively noticed Zhuang Xiyue’s gaze, inwardly said ’not good’, yet outwardly smiled more naturally.

"Rest well then, I won’t disturb you." With those words, she turned and left.