Anne bit her lip and whispered, "Alright, alright... you win, you always win.
Just... let go this ti, I really need a break.
If you want, you can go to Mo, I’m sure she absolutely won’t refuse you.
But not Su, you have to know, if you really do that Mira will be jealous to the point of madness, at least you should calm her down first."
The cornered Western woman began to divert Tang Song’s attention to others.
Originally, she just went to the kitchen to grab so fruit, but ended up being caught again, who knows how loud her scream was then.
Upon hearing Anne’s words, Tang Song’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.
But he still maintained a dominant and aloof deanor on the surface.
These past two days, he had indulged himself completely, almost never leaving the villa door, using two vials of Recovery Potion, he had vented his pent-up desires.
In this regard, the experience brought by the Western woman with a devilish figure was beyond description.
Now, it’s more about enjoying the process of tugging at Anne.
Although Anne seems to be thoroughly intimidated on the surface, voluntarily acknowledging his dominant position, the task of controlling Anne is still not complete.
It shows that from the bottom of her heart, her desire to conquer is still not dissolved.
Apparently, this "Arican top Alpha," the character developed since childhood, is not so easily reversed.
This is giving him a real headache.
Just lacking a bit of charm, yet the Western woman fails to cooperate.
Can’t really overstrain her, can he?
"Anne, you really disappoint !"
"Pa—"
Anne glared at him, trying to preserve a bit of dignity.
Tang Song stood up, walking naked toward the stairs, "I’m leaving Shanghai today, and for a while, we probably won’t see each other, Anne, I hope you take so ti to recall these past two days we spent together."
Watching him leave, noticing the few scratches on his back that she had made.
Anne licked her dry lips and slowly stood up, placing her hands on the island counter.
Her blonde hair clung ssily to her forehead, a few damp strands cascaded down her cheeks, accentuating her face flushed from sweat.
Images of thrilling scenes flashed before her eyes.
Her sapphire eyes flickered with complex emotions—mixed with reluctance, fear, and shock, but also underlying excitent.
From the night before last, when she thought she could overpower and conquer Tang Song with her formidable stamina and innate talent.
What awaited her was... an almost unbeatable opponent.
Tang Song seed tireless,
though it made her extrely embarrassed, it also awakened a long-lost sense of thrill within her.
Both terrifying and srizing.
"You didn’t disappoint , after all, Song."
Anne murmured softly, her gaze sowhat dazed.
...
o’clock in the afternoon.
On the speeding high-speed train.
In the luxurious and exquisite business cabin, the air was filled with a faint fragrance, the lighting soft and warm.
Tang Song leaned back in the dark red leather seat, his posture tall yet relaxed, the frad glasses on his nose adding a touch of elegant charm.
Holding a thick copy of "Being and Ti" in his hands, his gaze focused, occasionally frowning in thought, sotis smiling slightly.
For him, reading during the journey was a rare enjoynt.
Compared to a plane, the business seat on a high-speed train was undoubtedly more suitable for imrsive learning.
Here it was quiet and comfortable, allowing him to temporarily escape the hustle and bustle of the outside world and truly imrse himself in reading.
Ti ticked away.
A uniford attendant walked up to him and spoke softly, "Hello sir, the train is expected to arrive at Yan City Station at 18:57, which is 1 hour from now, would you like us to arrange a al for you now?"
Tang Song raised his head and nodded politely, "Alright, thank you."
After casually choosing a al, Tang Song closed the book in his hand, placing it back on the foldable table beside him.
He comfortably stretched his body.
Outside the window, the horizon was tinted with a vibrant orange-red, clouds floated like wisps of cotton, distant mountain ranges shrouded in golden afterglow.
After enjoying the scenery for a while, the ordered al was delivered.
Tang Song enjoyed the al while unlocking his phone screen.
Soon, the ssages in the QQ group ca into view.
In the Songi Clothing work group, employees were enthusiastically discussing the recent live stream performance.
Since He Yiyi and Bei Yuwei appeared together on screen for the second ti, the live stream had reached another peak.
Because they were well-prepared this ti, they managed to capture this traffic steadily.
In recent days, sales figures have been soaring.
Smiling as he browsed for a while, responding to a few ssages, Tang Song’s heart was slightly stirred.
Switching to the "April" small account, aside from the Qingqing Can’t Get Enough fan group, indeed, there were unread ssages from Zhang Yan.
But this ti, it’s two ssages.
Tang Song opened the chat window, a sowhat long ssage appeared on the screen, sent four days ago.
That was last Friday night.
She seed to have gotten into the habit of leaving ssages for this account at this ti.
[Zhang Yan: "Tonight, I had the much-anticipated hot pot with Lulu, but it was at my rented place.
When I’m tapping on the keyboard leaving you a ssage, I can still sll the rich aroma of the tomato broth.
Today is the last day of the holiday, and I’m glad I didn’t have to work overti, I did many aningful things:
Got Li Chao to help change the sotis functioning, sotis not light in the hallway (no longer afraid of tripping);
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