CHAPTER 1167: CHAPTER 233: REBIRTH OF THE FEMME FATALE (7)

He had a nightmare, so terrifying, he dreamed that Yun Ya had died...

Impossible.

He ran barefoot out of bed, out of the house, against the cold wind to Yun Ya’s room.

Mingyue sat on the roof, knees bent, hanging upside down, looking at the man who seemed to have lost his mind. She frowned but said nothing.

The man was too panicked to notice her presence.

Standing at the room door, he took a few breaths to calm down, then gently pushed the door open and walked in.

He walked to the window and looked down at the sleeping girl on the bed, feeling relieved.

With a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, he sat down and held her hands.

"Yun Ya, I had a nightmare, scared me to death, but luckily it was just a dream, when I woke, you were still by my side."

Yet even though Yun Ya was by his side, every time he thought of that dream, cold sweat drenched him, such real pain and despair, like a maggot clinging to bones, like a heart being gouged.

He suddenly leaned down and hugged Yun Ya, with such deep force, as if to merge her entirely into his blood and bones. In her sleep, Yun Ya whimpered a little, twisted her body slightly, and mumbled in a daze: "Brother Yan, stop it...."

Yan Song closed his eyes, rubbed his face against her neck, deeply inhaling her scent, calming the turmoil and unrest within him.

"Yun Ya, it wasn’t a dream... it was all real...."

You truly left me once, that lifetime I didn’t hold your hand, this life, you won’t ever break free from my hand again, in life, I am with you, in death, I accompany you.

What glory and wealth, what family mission, what fame and fortune, I want none of it, I only want you...

He held her tightly, tears rolling down the face buried in her hair, illuminating the heart of a lonely soul wandering in the dim night.

"Yun Ya, do you know how much I love you...."

In a daze, Yun Ya felt her neck getting warm, uncomfortably hot, and then her body felt very heavy, as if something was pressing on her. She opened her drowsy eyes, feeling someone pressing on her, instinctively twisting her body, only to be held tighter by that person.

"Don’t move."

Yun Ya froze for a moment: "Brother Yan?"

In the middle of the night, how is he in her room?

Yun Ya sighed, visited her room in the middle of the night again, if someone sees, who knows what unpleasant rumors would spread. "Brother Yan, what’s going on with you?"

Yun Ya wanted to see him, but Yan Song held her so tightly she couldn’t move.

Yan Song rolled over to lie beside her, wrapping her in his embrace, holding her tightly, with his chin resting on the top of her head, the two of them inseparable like conjoined twins, "Sleep."

Yun Ya was silent for a while, softly asking: "Brother Yan, do you have something on your mind?"

Yan Song closed his eyes: "No, it’s just that I miss you so much I can’t sleep."

Yun Ya then said smugly: "Turns out Brother Yan misses me so much he can’t sleep, hehe, should I be happy?"

Yan Song pinched her nose: "Look at you getting carried away."

"Does Brother Yan like this?"

"I do." Yan Song sighed and hugged her close, "No matter how you are, I like you."

Yun Ya thought his tone was a bit odd, but didn’t ask further, nestling into his arms to find a comfortable position to sleep, yet disturbed by Yan Song, she couldn’t fall asleep anymore.

"Brother Yan, it’s all your fault, disturbing me so I can’t sleep, if I have dark circles tomorrow, it’ll be so ugly."

"In my eyes, you are the most beautiful."

Yun Ya wrinkled her small nose, her little fists pounding on his chest: "So annoying...."

Yan Song’s large hand caught her little fists, slowly unclenching them, fingers interlocking, his dark eyes deep as the sea, making Yun Ya’s heart suddenly race, her entire body tingling with a pleasant sensation.

"Can’t sleep, so shall we do something useful?"

"Get lost, I want to sleep."

"Ah ah ah...."

Mingyue lay on the roof, tapping her legs, listening to the commotion below, gazing at the stars and moon above, shaking her head and sighing: "Not suitable for kids, not suitable for kids...."

Young Master Yan, looking so proper, a cold abstinent male god, who knew in bed, tsk tsk...

Miss, in the future, brace yourself.

After some exercise, Yun Ya cursed a certain beast, exhausted and fell asleep.

Yan Song lowered his eyes, looking at Yun Ya’s exhausted face, gently touched her face, I’m sorry, I always lose control.

Staring for a long time, every brow and eye of hers deeply engraved in his heart, even if turned to ash he would not forget.

Thinking of this, he chuckled softly, lay back down, and wrapped her in his arms.

It’s wonderful, you’re still lying beside me, within my reach when I open my eyes, from now on, no one’s power, mysterious or otherwise, will take you away from me.

Night is deep, yet his heart still beats scorching hot.