Yan Song held her chin with his large palm, his deep gaze tightly locked on her, making her feel utterly exposed.
"I want your eyes and heart to have only me." The man's low, magnetic voice mixed with a forceful authority, causing Yun Ya's heart to suddenly tremble.
"Of course, my eyes only have you, and my heart has always had only you."
Yan Song grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest, lowering his head to nibble at her neck, muttering: "Not enough, far from enough..."
Seeing you close to other men, the rage within has no outlet, even if he tells himself repeatedly that it's her brother, he still can't control his anger or jealousy.
He thought, he really was beyond help.
Yun Ya felt ticklish, dodging away while laughing: "Brother Yan, are you jealous?"
Yan Song would never admit his jealousy, retaliating with a fierce bite. Yun Ya didn't feel pain; instead, she felt the man on top suddenly stiffen.
