A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1389 - 273: Cold Winds and Deep Night, Spring Scattered at Its End (First Update)

Yun Ya got up and saw Yan Song sitting on the sofa, his face dark.

Yun Ya walked over with a smile: "Brother Yan, what’s wrong?"

Yan Song suddenly snatched her up and swept her into his embrace, pressing her tightly against his chest and gazing intently into her eyes.

"Who is he?"

Yun Ya feigned innocence, "Who?"

Yan Song punished her by tickling her underarms; Yun Ya was most afraid of tickling, giggling out loud, struggling in his arms, yet always being firmly held by his large hands: "Okay, okay... His name is Allen, a friend I met when I was studying in M Country. He’s helped me a lot, and he’s also a very skilled hacker. Don’t tell me you’re even jealous of him..."

Yan Song nibbled on her neck, breathing heavily: "I’m cautious around any male that appears near you."

Yun Ya wanted to laugh but also felt like crying, hugging his neck, laughing: "You’re simply soaking in a vinegar jar. Actually, that’s just a lack of self-confidence. Don’t you believe in your own charm? In my heart, no man can compare to you. Trusting me is trusting yourself."

Yun Ya’s gentle words were like a cool summer breeze, sweeping away the agitation and unease in his heart. Yan Song laughed deeply, hot breath blown against Yun Ya’s neck, tickling her, and she laughed happily.

"You’re right." Yan Song raised his head, gazing deeply into her eyes, his pitch-black eyes like a vortex, pulling Yun Ya’s soul into them. Yun Ya stared blankly at him, hearing him say: "Trusting you is trusting myself."

The wind blew in from outside the window, lifting Yun Ya’s hair from her forehead. His gaze instantly softened, like a spring water pool, immersing her completely.

He slowly lowered his head, kissing her lips, from a tentative start to a deep, layered intimacy. Yun Ya’s head tilted back, her hair cascading like a waterfall, utterly immersed in his tender affection, like a drifting raft on the sea, rising and falling with the waves, sometimes calm, sometimes stormy. She could only cling tightly to him, like grabbing the last straw for survival.

In Yun Ya’s eyes reflected the glaring lights; they’ve kissed many times, yet each time they find a different sensation, their hearts gradually drawing close, connecting, this feeling is truly wonderful...

Just as Yun Ya was feeling dizzy, Yan Song slowly released her. Yun Ya gasped heavily, looking up at his controlled and restrained gaze, like a beast on the edge of hunger...

Yun Ya was startled by such a gaze because she was the prey caught in the beast’s stare, a mix of fear and excitement.

"Brother Yan, I’ve told you, you don’t need to suffer so hard. Sooner or later, I’m yours. Whether sooner or later, what’s the difference?" Her gentle and charming voice was like a silent invitation, adrenaline surged, Yan Song almost lost control, his hand gripping her waist tightened slightly, yet stopped at the brink of breaking down.

Yan Song reached out to touch her head, his voice hoarse and low, inexplicably added a touch of sexiness: "Don’t think too much, sleep." Then he picked up Yun Ya and strode toward the big bed.

Yan Song lifted the quilt and put her inside, just about to get up and leave, when Yun Ya grabbed his sleeve. Yan Song raised an eyebrow looking over.

Yun Ya smiled: "Brother Yan, tell me, how does a man relieve his desire?"

Yan Song’s breath trembled, his eyes narrowed, but he still softened his voice as much as possible: "Be good, sleep. I’ll go handle some things."

Yun Ya refused to let go, pouting childishly, her gaze flickered over a certain part of him.

"You’re not allowed to leave, stay with me a little longer."

Yan Song, helpless, returned to sit on the bedside, "Alright, I won’t leave. Is that okay now?"

Yun Ya smirked, hooking her arm suddenly around Yan Song’s neck, pulling him down, Yan Song was caught off guard, falling onto Yun Ya, immediately silenced by her lips.

With her soft warmth in his arms, Yan Song, a young and vigorous man, couldn’t resist a second time having resisted once, they kissed passionately inseparable.

Yun Ya suddenly flipped over, pinning him beneath her, her eyes seductive as silk, her hands started to misbehave: "Brother Yan, let me relieve your desire..."

Yan Song’s breath deepened, his eyes reflecting the girl’s enchanting figure, feeling unbearably uncomfortable, a fire surging within him, ready to explode.

He grasped her wrists, her hands cool as jade, his hot like fire, upon touching, it was as if they sparked a curious chemical reaction, an electric current surged through both their bodies, both shivered in unison...

"You..."

"It’s not like it’s the first time, why so shy?" Yun Ya giggled, retracting her hand.

Night flowed silently, cold wind outside and deep night, inside, it was a scene of indulgent springtime.