Yun Ya's eyes lit up, "This is a good idea." Saying that, he rolled out from under Yan Song, threw on a bedsheet, and ran off.
"Where are you going?"
"To get a knife."
Yan Song touched his forehead, really wanting to smack himself.
Quickly, Yun Ya came running back with a fruit knife and threw it to him, "Do you do it yourself, or shall I?"
Yan Song suddenly shivered, feeling a sudden chill.
He looked at Yun Ya, tears blurring his eyes, pitiful and endearing.
Moved at heart, he picked up the knife, ready to slash it across his own arm.
Yun Ya hurriedly grabbed his arm, frowning at him, "Fool, why would you actually do it?"
Yan Song lifted an eyebrow, looking at her askance, "Because I want to prove my loyalty, else what do you do if you're not reassured?"
Yun Ya pouted, "You did it on purpose, knowing full well I couldn't bear it, so you deliberately showed me."