There's only one feeling, heat.
Yan Song held her tightly, the two of them twisted together like a pretzel on the small bed, almost neck to neck.
They had a wild time last night, if it weren't for her inconvenient situation, Yan Song might have lost control. But on this train, it had its own kind of charm.
Yun Ya tried to move her body, and Yan Song immediately woke up.
Pinching her nose, he laughed and said, "Good morning."
Yun Ya looked at his face, handsome and radiant in the sunlight, and felt unusually cheerful, smiled sweetly, and said, "Morning, Brother Yan."
What's the use of worrying so much, as long as they were together at this moment, that's enough. Moreover, regardless of the difficulties, she would tackle them step by step.
Yan Song sat up straight, twisted his neck, feeling sore and numb, even more tiring than training.
Yun Ya gently massaged his shoulders, and softly said, "Brother Yan, does it still hurt?"
