Chapter 995: Chapter 995

Yan Song’s brow furrowed even deeper.

Yun Ya withdrew her hand and said with a smile: "Brother Yan, you’re overthinking it. I’m fine, just ate too much at noon. I’m not hungry at all right now. I’ve specially instructed the kitchen to make the dishes Brother Yan likes. Brother Yan, hurry and eat."

The cramping in her lower abdomen caused cold sweat to gradually seep from her forehead.

Yan Song lowered his eyes impassively. The meal was tasteless because of the worry in his heart.

Yun Ya sighed, one hand resting on her lower abdomen, gently massaging it.

After dinner, the two of them took a walk in the garden. Yan Song took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, holding her hand as they walked leisurely, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

"Brother Yan, today is already November 22nd," Yun Ya said, swinging his hand.

Yan Song lowered his eyes and looked over. In the moonlight, the man’s features were incredibly handsome, and his gaze was gentle.

"When are we going to the Capital City? I want to buy the tickets," Yun Ya said, unable to resist snuggling into his embrace, so warm.

Yan Song wrapped his arm around her shoulders, seeing her snuggle into his arms like a little kitten, he smiled.

"The 28th is Grandpa’s birthday. We’ll pick a gift tomorrow and set off the day after. If we take the train, it will take about two days, so we’ll likely arrive in the Capital City by the 26th."

"Okay, then I’ll ask Uncle Feng to buy the tickets tomorrow."

Yan Song couldn’t wait to take the train with her. This meant they could be together for two whole days and nights.

"But the train is exhausting, and your health..."

"It’s okay, I can handle it. We’ll just enjoy the scenery. I heard we’ll pass over the Yellow River Bridge, and the scenery there is supposed to be beautiful. It’s a shame I’ve never seen it."

Yan Song smiled, "Alright, I’ll watch it with you when the time comes."

Yan Song picked her up by the waist. In the darkness of the night, his features were tender: "It’s late, let’s go back."

Yun Ya lay in his arms, her hands wrapped around his neck, inhaling his scent, her voice almost a murmur.

"Brother Yan, I had a dream last night..."

"Hmm?" Yan Song raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of dream?"

"I dreamt that we had a wedding and had so many children, all twins with every birth. The women were all jealous of me, and the men envied you, hehe. But you weren’t happy at all... because there were too many children, it made you so annoyed..., you said you didn’t want me to have more...."

Her tone was innocent and gentle, gradually painting a vivid picture that tugged at the heartstrings.

Yan Song’s eyebrows lowered, and he started laughing softly, his laughter growing louder, vibrating through his chest, echoing in the night air.

Yun Ya’s small hand rested on his chest, her face flushed with embarrassment: "What are you laughing at? So annoying, I won’t tell you anymore."

Yan Song reached out to catch her little hand, bringing it to his lips for a light peck, his eyes teasing, "As you think by day, so you dream by night. Seems like you’re thinking about having children with me every day."

Yun Ya’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, burying her face in his chest: "I’m not telling you."

"I won’t mind no matter how many children we have." Yan Song smiled, holding her tighter, his heart melting into a puddle.

After sending Yun Ya back to her room and placing her on the big bed, Yan Song kissed her forehead: "Good night."

Yun Ya smiled up at him: "Brother Yan, good night."

She rustled, squirming uncomfortably. Never before had she hoped so much for Yan Song to leave quickly.

Just as Yan Song was about to get up, he frowned, lowered his eyes...

Yun Ya followed his gaze and saw a bright red stain on his white shirt, glaringly obvious.

It was particularly heavy on the first day, probably accidentally rubbed on his shirt when he carried her. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net

Yun Ya’s face flushed crimson, wanting desperately to find a hole to crawl into, ah ah ah ah...

Yan Song extended a finger to touch it, bringing it to his nose for a light sniff, something wasn’t right...

Yun Ya pulled the covers over her head, invisible, I’m invisible...

"Yaya, are you hurt?" Yan Song asked with a frown, reaching to pull back her covers.

Yun Ya wrapped herself tightly, gripping the covers firmly, refusing to let Yan Song see her: "Brother Yan, I’m fine, you should go rest, I’m going to sleep."

"You’re bleeding and still say nothing’s wrong. No way, I’m taking you to the hospital...." He said as he forcibly pulled back the covers, carefully checking Yun Ya’s body.

"Where are you hurt?" he asked anxiously.

Yun Ya was on the verge of tears, "I am hurt, I’ve been bleeding all day, I feel so terrible." As she spoke, she began to cry, feeling wronged and bitter.

Seeing her tears, Yan Song panicked at once. Bleeding all day? Is that possible? As he spoke, he went to check her body, looking for the wound.

"That’s it, I’m taking you to the hospital." He bent down to scoop up Yun Ya.