She walked slowly to his side, glanced at the book in his hand, and said bashfully, "These are just random scribbles from my younger days, don’t read them."
"I find it quite interesting, and besides, you are still very young now."
"Sweet talker." Gao ngting’s lips turned up slightly, and she couldn’t resist pinching his cheek lightly.
Tang Song casually grasped her slightly cool legs.
It was his first ti touching her legs; they weren’t long, but perfectly proportioned.
The skin glowed with a pearly sheen under the light, and he could feel the firm elasticity of the muscle.
He couldn’t help but apply a little pressure.
Gao ngting let out a soft cry, then laughed as she dodged away, playfully flicking water droplets from her hair towards him.
The two of them laughed and played for a while.
Gao ngting, her face flushed and breathing unsteady, sat at the dressing table, chatting with Tang Song while blow-drying her hair.
When her hair was almost dry, she casually tied it into a loose bun, with a few strands hanging around her ears.
Sitting by the edge of Tang Song’s bed afterwards.
She hugged her knees, resting her chin on them, with her head tilted slightly, watching him.
Under the light, his high nose, deep and bright eyes, fine black hair, and delicate skin...
He had improved so much since their first eting.
Especially in those artsy clothes, perfectly fitting her aesthetic.
How handso he looked.
So tempting to take a bite!
"Why are you staring at like that?" Tang Song looked up from his book, eting her gaze.
"Nothing, nothing." Gao ngting cleared her throat, a little embarrassed.
Tang Song pursed his lips, chuckling slightly, finding this side of his partner amusing.
Then, he picked up a photo ID tucked inside the book, showing it to her, eagerly asking about her high school stories.
Studying, the cafeteria, friends...
He seed to care a lot and was quite interested.
Gao ngting gently brushed her hair, her face lighting up with a soft glow of reminiscence as she narrated fluently.
The night deepened.
The room only had their soft conversation and the occasional rustle of turning book pages.
"Ha——"
As she spoke, Gao ngting suddenly yawned softly, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.
She used the excuse of tidying her hair to secretly observe Tang Song across from her, who was still composed, feeling a pang of anxiety.
She had invited him to stay over and sleep in the sa room; surely he understood what that ant?
He used to be so proactive, right?
Now he’s like this, is he cosplaying as the clueless Mr. Watanabe?
Or is it that she holds no attraction for him?
She had read ample "real-life literature" and knew that sexuality was essentially about physical attraction.
That’s why she had mixed feelings.
"Are you sleepy?" Tang Song’s warm, magnetic voice resonated.
Gao ngting’s eyes shifted, nodding, "A bit, yeah. By the way, you won’t be comfortable sleeping in those clothes. Let find you sothing to change into."
Without waiting for him to speak, she pulled out a purple lace-trimd feminine sleepwear from the bed headboard.
With constrained laughter, she said, "Look, it’s oversized, extra large, you should barely be able to wear..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she first fell onto the bed laughing, rolling over with a pillow in her arms, her shoulders shaking.
Seeing his partner’s mischievousness, Tang Song closed the book in his hand, a playful smile curling his lips, "No need, I’m used to sleeping naked, I don’t wear pajamas at night."
In the warm yellow light, his bright smile sent Gao ngting’s heartbeat skipping a half-beat.
She hurriedly turned her gaze away, mumbling with a flushed face, "What a coincidence, too."
That was an honest truth; since having her own independent room after graduation, she gradually developed that habit.
Previously, due to this habit, she once had an awkward incident where she and Qiuqiu had a B-cup knocking into D-cup situation.
Hearing her words, Tang Song blinked, responding earnestly, "Sleep-nude is a good habit, helps in better relaxing the body and getting into deep sleep quickly."
As he spoke, he got up from the beanbag sofa.
Gao ngting nodded, pondering what to say, suddenly widened her eyes.
The turtleneck sweater of Tang Song was swiftly pulled up and taken off.
Gao ngting involuntarily opened her mouth, as if discovering sothing incredible.
The light cast shadows of varying depths over his firm eight-pack abs, the V-line leading into the waistband shadow, the collarbone to neck lines were so smooth it took one’s breath away.
This was a near-perfect body, like a ticulously crafted sculpture.
Visually striking.
"Thump-thump-thump——"
The heartbeat was deafening, the mouth a bit dry.
This... this... this...
Oh my god! Partner, you actually have such beauty?!
The number of intimate contacts between them wasn’t few, but almost every ti it was Tang Song who took the initiative, while she mostly responded passively.
Now just watching, she felt her legs turning weak and her throat growing dry.
"Gulp——"
Gao ngting instinctively swallowed, her fingers unconsciously gripping the bed sheet, her legs gently rubbing together.
Just as she was lost in thoughts.
Tang Song looked at her in feigned puzzlent, "What’s wrong?"
"Uh..." Gao ngting snapped back to reality, an unusual impulse welling up inside her, her face slightly heated, her voice a bit unnatural, "Tang Song, could you help, help get that book ’The Red and the Black’ from the bookshelf."
"Oh, sure." Tang Song nodded with a smile, casually extracting the book.
Stepping to the bed, he passed it over.
Gao ngting reached out to take it, but just when she touched the book, she suddenly grabbed his wrist.
The mattress made a loud "creak".
Tang Song’s body suddenly lost balance, pulled down onto the soft bed by her.
The air was filled with her post-bath fragrance, beneath him was the supple contour of her body, the skin under his palm was silky smooth.
Their gazes t in the air.
In Gao ngting’s eyes shimred an intertwined emotion of shyness and impulse, a bewitching expression spread across her face.
The very next mont.
Soft lips descended irresistibly.
Her kisses fell like raindrops, on his cheeks, brows, neck...
The sound of heartbeats beca the main the of the world.
The emotional depth encompassed her, quietly opening a door to the unknown.
Every action, every tactile sensation, filled her with surging emotions.
The air grew gradually warr.
Tang Song looked at his actively pursuing partner, slightly unprepared.
He was... being pushed down.
While he was stunned, Gao ngting had already pinned him down, utterly uninhibited and audacious.
Soon, the white T-shirt landed to one side.
A fair, well-proportioned body basked in the warm-toned light.
Gao ngting didn’t have a particularly standout figure, but every part was notably well-proportioned.
Her waist was gracefully contoured, and her skin glimred with a pearly sheen amidst the interplay of light and shadow.
Beyond the window, the night was enshrouded in mystery.
Gao ngting playfully bit him, her voice hoarse with a hint of reproach: "Idiot! Why are you so slow today? Don’t tell it’s your first ti? What are you pretending for, little virgin?"
Obviously, she was quite fiery now.
Sparks seed to flicker in the air, interwoven with tension and ambiguity.
Tang Song took a deep breath, watching the partner pressing on him, he tightly embraced her.
"Tang Song, you... mm—"
On a deep autumn night, the wind was fierce and chill.
Leaves swirled in the gust, rising and falling.
Gao ngting: ψ(｀?′)ψ
Gao ngting: ヾ(◍°∇°◍)ﾉﾞ
Gao ngting: Σ(°△°|||)︴
Gao ngting: (o﹏o)~Dizzy
Gao ngting: (???o???)
Her expressions were capricious, naughty with fervor, shy yet bold, as if a string of emoticons exploded in the air.
Provocation, jubilation, astonishnt, shock, bewildernt.
But after just a few minutes.
The sensitive partner totally crashed.
She couldn’t even rember her last na anymore.
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