Yun Ya had already changed into her evening gown, a white chiffon long dress that seemed to always embody her ethereal style. Her long hair was tied into a bun atop her head, adorned with a silver hairband, soft and elegant, like a fairy under the moonlight, so beautiful it was almost dreamlike.
Yun Ya gave him a glare, "In my eyes, there are only two kinds of men in the world, one is called Yan Song, and the other, male, that's all."
Meaning, in her eyes, Yan Song was one of a kind.
These words pleased Yan Song, and he couldn't help but hug her, "In my eyes, there are only two kinds of women in the world, one is called Ji Yunya, and the other, female, that's all."
Yun Ya said disdainfully, "Why are you copying the way I talk?"
Yan Song chuckled softly, couldn't resist and pecked her cheek, Yun Ya pushed him away, "You've messed up my makeup."
But Yan Song didn't care, his hands secured her head, and he precisely kissed her on the lips.