For so reason, regularly checking her ssages, it almost beca his habit.
The ssage list finished loading, unsurprisingly, a new ssage popped up.
It was sent to him around 11 last night.
[Zhang Yan: "Tonight, the departnt had a team-building event, and everyone had so drinks. I originally didn’t want to drink, but the atmosphere there made it hard to refuse.
I didn’t expect to be so bad at holding my liquor; I’m still a bit dizzy, and I might be speaking incoherently, please forgive .
Lulu brought ho and wasn’t comfortable leaving alone, so she decided to stay and accompany .
We opened the window, the night breeze gently blew in with a hint of chill, and we talked about so much.
She said she’s saved up 110,000 and plans to buy a small house in her hotown by the end of the year, with her parents helping out partially.
I felt really envious when I heard that.
My biggest dream growing up was to have a place of my own, without worrying about being suddenly kicked out.
Even if it’s not big, even if it’s just a small corner; as long as the door is closed, it’s my world, a place truly belonging to .
But now, I have just under 20,000 savings, and every month I have to buy cat food and cans for Orange, whose appetite is too good, eating even more diligently than I do (laugh).
...
You know, I graduated with a degree in Chinese language and literature and previously worked as a teacher at a training institution...
I don’t particularly like this current job of copywriting, but at least it lets continue working with words, which is a sort of consolation.
...
Oh? I didn’t realize I’d talked so much, maybe the alcohol hasn’t completely worn off, and my mind is a bit fuzzy. Talking about whatever cos to mind, I hope you don’t find it annoying."]
Tang Song quietly looked at this ssage, his gaze turning gentle.
Today’s ssage is very long, with intricate and sincere content, exuding a long-awaited sense of familiarity.
It’s not that kind of forced affection but a gentle greeting from deep in ti, quietly hidden in the corners of mory.
It’s as if he has such an old friend, living in Yang City, leading her own life.
Through it, he also received a lot of information about her major and her previous work experience.
After rereading it several tis.
He put down the phone and picked up the book on the table again, flipping back to the page he had paused on.
Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink.
A long ti later, a soft footstep broke the silence.
Tang Song looked up to see Xu Qing, carrying a fruit tray and having changed her clothes, walking out with light steps.
A white apron was delicately tied around her waist, and the lace trim on the front gave a slight emphasis, highlighting her modest, yet just right chest contours.
The hem of the skirt fell right in the middle of her thighs, revealing a pair of straight and supple legs.
The white over-the-knee socks fit snugly, embroidered with a small bow at the edges, gently swaying with her steps, brimming with sensuality and girlish charm.
"Master, I’ve prepared a fruit platter for you. Please enjoy it slowly."
She carefully placed the fruit platter on the table, neatly arranged with small pieces of banana, strawberry, blueberry, and dragon fruit, garnished with mint leaves and had a small bottle of iced lemon water.
Tang Song smiled slightly, his gaze lingering on her: "Not bad, well done."
Xu Qing blushed, sneaked a glance at him, then quickly lowered her head, her voice soft: "Thank you for the complint, Master."
"Co closer." Tang Song extended his hand, beckoning her to co closer.
Xu Qing obediently walked over, kneeling on the mat beside him with her hands propped up, her posture both well-behaved and slightly shy.
The light was soft and warm, illuminating her lowered eyelids and coy manner, as if she were a gentle kitten.
"Does the master require any other service?"
She truly is a professional old cosplayer, Little Suyu. This role play caused Tang Song’s blood to boil instantly.
Seeing Tang Song’s expression, Xu Qing’s dark eyes twinkled, a triumphant smile on her lips.
Humph! Wearing this skin, my combat power directly 100!
What Jing or Xue, easy as chopping vegetables!
Just as she was secretly rejoicing internally, Tang Song suddenly pulled her over.
"Ah!" The little maid exclaid, nearly falling into his arms, her soft body lying on his legs, her cheeks flushed, breathing rapid, her gaze a mixture of panic and excitent.
Tang Song gently stroked her nape with one hand, picked up a piece of banana with the other, and brought it to her lips.
"Open your mouth."
"Emm..."
Xu Qing blinked, hesitated for a mont, then took a small bite; the sweet taste made her squint her eyes involuntarily.
"Is it tasty?"
"Mm... Thank you, Master."
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