Encouraged by Lulu, I went for a Hanfu photoshoot (it’s my favorite outfit from the Tang Song period, and I wore a wig to look better. The photos are attached later. It’s my first ti trying such an outfit, finally fulfilling a wish);
Finished reading a book about Song Dynasty items, the most liked passage describes the night market in Bianjing: "Lights like day, shadows flitting" (Suddenly, I feel that the night in Yang City might be just as bustling);
...
Orange has grown a bit rounder. When it lies on my lap, it’s like a heavy ball. It now has a great appetite and eats a full bowl of cat food each al.
Luckily, I have a job now, so taking care of it isn’t a problem.
This reminds of the second sester of third grade; you brought walnut milk to school every day. Thanks to you, I gained eight pounds in those three months.
I think it must be very happy now.
...
Autumn in Yang City isn’t as obvious as in the north, but you can still feel a bit chill.
It must be even colder where you are, right? Keep warm."]
[Zhang Yan: Photo.jpg]
Tang Song carefully read Zhang Yan’s ssage and opened the photo.
In the photo, she was wearing a simple Tang-style ru skirt, standing in front of a circular doorway.
Her hair was lightly lifted by the breeze, and the skirt flowed down like water.
She looked like a lady in ancient paintings, leaning against the railing with tiless tranquility.
Tang Song’s eyes were slightly out of focus.
He subconsciously touched the screen with his fingers, as if reaching for the figure standing in the dusk of Yang City.
In those suddenly revived mory Fragnts of 2017 and 2018, her figure occasionally appeared.
Though it was the first ti in six years he saw Zhang Yan’s appearance.
Compared to his mory of her, she seed more mature.
Of course, still as calm as ever.
She ntioned hot pot aroma, replacing lights in the hallway, Hanfu photoshoot, Song Dynasty items...
These trivial life details made him feel a real and vibrant vitality.
Also, he genuinely realized that this middle school friend was living sowhere in Yang City.
His gaze again landed on keywords like "second sester of third grade" and "milk".
The floodgates of mory opened suddenly, and those almost forgotten past events erged again.
Back then, nearing the high school entrance exams, his mom packed walnut milk into his backpack every day to boost his brain.
He, who didn’t like sweet drinks, always secretly gave the milk to the classmate who only ate a piece of bread for lunch.
She always refused at first, then blushed and whispered "Thank you".
For a mont, Tang Song was lost in thought.
"Sir, is the al package not to your liking? Would you like to change it for sothing else?"
The gentle voice of the flight attendant brought Tang Song back to reality.
"No need, thank you."
"Okay, call anyti if you need anything."
Tang Song gently exhaled, put away his phone, and picked up his chopsticks again.
The sky outside gradually darkened, and distant villages lit up with scattered lights, flickering on and off.
The train gradually entered Yan City.
At the sa ti, Liu Jiayi, the driver’s call ca through.
...
The first thing Tang Song did upon returning to Yan City wasn’t to scratch his big sister or cuddle Snowball, but to return to YJTC for a bath and change of clothes.
No way, the foreign girl was too enthusiastic when he left.
Her scent covered him.
Though Tang Song is a bit scummy, he still considers his girlfriend’s feelings.
After half a month without eting, Tang Song actually missed his wings.
Especially Wen Ruan, who flirted with him online every day, she was simply too tempting! Must seriously teach her a lesson!
Luckily, he just took a [Recovery Potion] before dealing with Anne this morning, so his physical state was still at its peak.
Thinking of the only three remaining "magic potions", Tang Song felt a headache.
Girlfriends increasing, more are in need of comfort, running low on stock!
Everything tidied up.
Tang Song drove the Bentley Continental GT straight to Shengyuan Good Place.
On the way, he detoured to a flower shop and bought a bouquet of red tulips.
When he arrived at the villa’s underground parking, it was close to 9 p.m.
For better ti managent and avoiding a chaotic scene.
This ti, Tang Song didn’t tell anyone his exact return ti.
aning tonight was a surprise visit to the big sister.
Thinking of Wen Ruan’s expression upon seeing him, Tang Song couldn’t help but smile.
Fingerprint unlock, changed into slippers.
The living room was lit with warm ambiance lighting.
Tang Song walked up the stairs to the second floor.
The door to the master bedroom was ajar, with the sound of television faintly coming from inside.
Tang Song pushed the door open and walked in.
A projection screen hung in the bedroom, playing a period drama.
Wen Ruan sat on the sofa in the relaxation area.
Her plump legs, full peach hips, slender waist, and upright, ample chest...
Outlined by tight fitness clothing, creating enticing curves.
Though both had protruding fronts and backs, and loved fitness, the big sister and foreign girl had so similarities.
But many differences as well.
Wen Ruan’s body was more "plump and fleshy", displaying a mature and alluring sensuality.
By comparison, Anne’s body was more "European Arican style", with larger bones and more toned muscles, overall looking "athletic sexy".
Of course, the biggest difference was temperant.
Unlike the aggressive and coldly flamboyant foreign girl, the big sister was a typical mature oriental woman, gentle and delicate.
"Buzz buzz buzz——" A violent vibration sounded.
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