Yan Song caught her hand and kissed it near his lips, but he still didn't open his eyes: "Don't make a fuss, let's sleep a little longer."
Yun Ya helplessly yet amusedly reached out to pinch his nose, "Aren't you going to work?"
Yan Song suddenly opened his eyes, and the depth and sharpness in them startled Yun Ya. In the next moment, Yan Song turned over and pinned her beneath him, lazily raising an eyebrow. The look in his eyes as he leaned down was laced with inexplicable charm and mischief, like a seductive demon. Yun Ya's breath quickened, finding it hard to endure him like this.
"You're... you're so heavy, get off me."
"I'm not going to work today. I want to spend some quality time with you." Yan Song's husky voice was seductive and tempting, and Yun Ya felt a rush of warmth spreading through her body.
"Not going to work?" But she had an appointment with Professor Lin Ya today...
"What, you're not happy?" Yan Song raised an eyebrow, his fingers grasping her chin.
