A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1674 - 355: Her Weakness

It’s him.

How did he find me?

I wish I could just rush over, but I don’t want to let him off easily, hmph, let him wait.

There was silence for a while; Yun Ya pressed her ear against the door, hearing nothing.

Could he have left?

Damn it, it’s always like this, coming and going without a thought for my feelings?

Just as she was fuming, her phone suddenly rang, and Yun Ya picked it up to see Yan Song’s number.

She swiped to answer.

A deep, magnetic voice came through the phone, causing her heart to tremble.

"Open the door."

Yun Ya slowly walked to the door, hesitated for a moment, and opened it a crack.

Catching a glimpse of a shadow cast on the carpet, she felt inexplicably oppressed.

Suddenly, a hand reached in through the door gap, and Yun Ya, in a panic, tried to shut the door, "click" pinching that big hand.

Yun Ya heard a muffled grunt.

She hurriedly released her grip, opened the door wide, and checked his hand, "Is your hand okay?"

Suddenly, she was pulled by the waist, the wooden door closing behind her, pressing her against it with a flood of intense male hormones almost drowning her reason.

In the next moment, her lips were sealed.

Her eyes widened, instinctively pushed the person in front, but her hands were lifted above her head by a large palm, unable to move an inch.

Yun Ya attempted to bite his lip, yet was retaliated against deeper, that overwhelming suffocating sensation made her head spin, focusing only on clinging to him like a drowning person.

It seemed like ages before the man finally released her mouth but then tightly embraced her again, resting his chin on her shoulder; his embrace completely enveloped her.

Yun Ya panted heavily, breathing in his familiar scent, couldn’t help but cry out, "It hurts...."

Yan Song raised a brow, "Where? I’ll rub it and it won’t hurt." Saying that his hands roamed all over her.

Yun Ya slapped his hand away, but heard a suppressed groan, hurriedly checked his hand, seeing a deep bruise from the pinch on the back of his right hand, even bleeding.

Yun Ya teared up, "It’s all my fault, does it hurt?"

Yan Song smiled, cupping her face, wiping her tears away with his hand, "Why do you cry so much?"

"Who’s crying? I just got sand in my eyes."

Yan Song shook his head and laughed, "Stubborn as a mule."

"No way, we have to treat it, or it’ll swell by tomorrow." Yun Ya said while dragging him to the sofa, "Sit here and don’t move, I’ll get the medicine."

She turned to leave but was suddenly pulled back by Yan Song, drawing her into his arms, "It’s just a small cut; I’m not that delicate."

Yun Ya pushed him, "No, it must be bandaged, if you don’t listen to me, I won’t care about you."

Yan Song was afraid of her, she was like an Emperor now; he listens to whatever she says, being isolated wouldn’t be pleasant.

Soon Yun Ya came in with a tray of medicine, carefully treating his wound, after applying ointment, bandaging it with gauze, "Remember when you go back, don’t let it touch water."

Yan Song suddenly rolled up her wrist, noticing a bandage wrapped around it too, asked, "How did this wound come about?"

It looked like a wrist cut?

His gaze suddenly turned cold, glaring at her; could she have, on a whim, attempted wrist suicide to scare him?

Yun Ya was unnerved by his gaze, said, "Who told you to upset me, I was just trying to scare you...."

Yan Song’s gaze was chilling, Yun Ya shrank her neck, "You...you don’t...ah...."

She was suddenly flipped over onto his lap, face towards the floor, "crash" the medicine tray was knocked over and fell to the ground.

Yan Song slapped her butt, "You’ve gotten bold, daring to cut your wrist, who taught you that?"

Yun Ya’s cheeks flushed red, whether from blood rushing or embarrassment, she couldn’t help but shout, "Yan Song you bastard, let go of me."

This position was too shameful.

But before Yan Song, the difference in strength was vast; apart from passively taking it, she had no room for resistance.

Yan Song slapped her butt again, a soft sound, Yun Ya’s face went red.

"Ji Yunya, do you know how worried I am about you? You treat your body like this? How can I leave reassured?"

Yan Song’s tone was cold as ice; Yun Ya had never seen him so terrifying, couldn’t help but shout, "Just go, didn’t I let you go? Why do you still come looking for me? If you left, you’d better never come back."