Yun Ya leaned her cheek on her hand, looking at the person in front of her, unable to help but sigh again.
Boyfriend is too handsome, attracting envious stares—such a bother.
Yan Song picked up a soup dumpling with chopsticks and brought it to her mouth, "Open your mouth."
Yun Ya obediently opened her mouth and took a bite, contentedly enjoying his service.
The soup dumpling had a lot of broth, and with one bite, it all squeezed out, with even two drops splashing onto Yan Song's face. Yun Ya couldn't help but laugh, Yan Song glared at her, stuffed the chopsticks in her hand, and pulled out a napkin to wipe the broth from his face.
Yun Ya couldn't help but sigh, two years have passed, yet Yan Song's cleanliness obsession remains unwavering.
"Brother Yan, Aunt Zhuang called me a few days ago," Yun Ya took a bite of the dumpling, spoke casually.
"Hmm."
Yun Ya glanced at him hesitantly and said, "Aunt Zhuang said she'd send someone to pick me up to go to the Capital City…."
