Yun Ya, her hair disheveled and her eyes a bit dazed, got out of bed barefoot and walked out of the bedroom. A refreshing aroma wafted through the air; it smelled like fried eggs.
Yun Ya saw a tall figure busy in the kitchen. She ran over and hugged him from behind around the waist, "Good morning."
Yan Song, still holding the spatula, gently patted her hand and said with a smile, "Go wash up, breakfast is almost ready."
Yun Ya dawdled to wash up, and by the time she returned, a sumptuous breakfast was already laid out on the dining table. Yan Song had just taken off his apron and walked out of the kitchen. Today, he was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, looking younger and more casual than his usual formal attire, resembling a college student just entering campus.
His exquisite features looked even more striking in the morning light: sharp eyebrows, deep black eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly pursed thin lips, combined to exude a damnably sexy charm.
