Tang Song continued, "Qiuqiu, we’re good friends, right?"
"Yes." Her voice was very low.
"As a friend, of course I hope you get better and better, so... if it helps you get back to normal, I don’t mind, and I’d be very willing to help you."
Saying this, Tang Song shalessly moved closer, gently wrapping his arm around her waist.
His movents were casual, yet asured, not oppressive but intimate enough.
He was no longer the young guy who would blush looking a beautician in the eye or freeze when hugging a partner.
He had beco a man of rich experience and high emotional intelligence, a warm and considerate man.
"This, this—"
Qiuqiu’s eyes widened, her breathing was rapid, and her ample chest trembled with nervousness.
The air still lingered with the breath of their entanglent, so ambiguous that it made her entire body heat up and her limbs weak.
"Would this make you uncomfortable?" Tang Song asked considerately, his eyes attentively observing the changes in her expression.
Qiuqiu shook her head, her voice as thin as a thread, "No... it doesn’t..."
Tang Song lowered his head and suddenly kissed her pale cheek, "What about this?"
"It’s... it’s alright." Qiuqiu’s brain was losing its ability to think, only able to respond chanically.
Tang Song took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with her unique cool and gentle scent.
It was a scent unique to her, like the morning dew at the start of winter, pure and refreshing.
His palm slowly moved along the curve of her waist, feeling the graceful arc.
He felt completely at ease.
From the first encounter at Huayun Center that left a deep impression on him with Qiuqiu’s aloofness and allure,
to the small conflicts and cold attitudes that brought about a bit of friction.
Then to Su Yu’s support, biking, joining Songi Clothing, team building, dream treatnt...
In reality, their relationship wasn’t that intimate, and Qiuqiu was always cold and distant.
The reason he "crossed the line" in this way wasn’t just for the Dream Flower Seed to bloom and gain a charm 1.
What fascinated him most was the process of step by step breaking through her icy exterior, a feeling he couldn’t resist.
Just as his hand was about to slide into more dangerous territory, Qiuqiu suddenly broke free as if waking from a dream.
"No... no, it can’t be..." Her voice carried a tremble.
"It’s okay." Tang Song calmly withdrew his hand, a barely perceptible smile on his lips, "Let’s take it slow, we can start with basic intimate contact first."
Qiuqiu’s earlobes turned blood red, and after a long mont, she managed to squeeze out, "Then... could you not tell the senior..."
"Of course." Tang Song blinked, "This is our little secret."
Qiuqiu turned her face away in a panic, "I should get back, I still have work to finish."
"At noon, I’m going for Japanese food with ngting and Yiyi, why don’t you join us? I saw the visual recognition system you worked on; it exceeded my expectations, perfect chance for a small eting to discuss the next steps in implentation."
"Alright." Joy flashed through Qiuqiu’s eyes.
Striving for Tang Song’s approval filled her with imnse happiness.
"By the way." Tang Song suddenly rembered sothing, "The weather’s cooling down, why don’t we go biking with Lingling, the last ti you missed out, it was a sha."
Upon hearing him, Qiuqiu’s face imdiately tensed, pursing her lips, she softly explained, "The last ti I was with Brother Junfeng, he’s a friend from the neighbor’s household, ca to deliver sothing from ho."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it, the explanation was practically a cover-up.
"I understand." Tang Song nodded gently, a hint of a smile in his eyes.
"Bye-bye."
Qiuqiu looked up at Tang Song, then quickly turned away and left.
"Bang—"
She walked out the office door.
Head down, Qiuqiu walked along the corridor, her cheeks flush and hot, her mouth curling into an uncontrollable small arc.
Back at her desk, she chanically lit up the computer screen.
Her eyes fell on Su Yu’s signed photo in her hand, her fingers tracing over Su Yu’s ssage.
Her mind replayed their first kiss over and over.
Joy gradually overtook her.
This hidden delight made her feel both ashad and fascinated, like Eve tasting forbidden fruit.
...
PM.
TY Precision Yan City Branch, Consur Electronics Business Departnt.
In the HRBD office.
Tian Jing sat quietly at her desk, wearing an off-white professional suit, a small glimpse of her slender, fair calf visible beneath the hem.
Maintaining the sharpness of a career woman, while carrying a touch of girlish lightness.
Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling window onto her desk, accentuating her sweet and well-behaved deanor.
She maintained a serious posture, hands on the keyboard, eyes glued to the screen, apparently handling an important docunt.
But, upon closer inspection, a corner of the computer screen was minimized into a player window.
Playing was a beautifully animated and subtly romantic ani.
She wore pointed high heels that tapped lightly on the floor in sync with her cheerful mood, producing a crisp "da-da" sound, like a low-key yet elegant nocturne.
Whenever she encountered an exciting part, her fingers would swiftly hit the screenshot key, then skillfully send it to her "bestie" Xu Qing.
With a note: "Qingqing, this part is brilliant! Wanna act it out together? Let’s get Tang Song involved too?"
Xu Qing’s usual reply was a string of angry emojis, plus a "Jing! Enough is enough!", followed by a lightning-fast offline disappearance.
The main issue was, the ani Tian Jing chose often had special attributes.
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