October 22, 2023, Sunday, sunny, 10~25℃.
Early morning at 6:30, the sky was just faintly bright.
Gentle morning light slanted in through the gaps in the curtains.
The room was quiet, only the occasional car honks from outside and soft breathing within.
Tang Song slowly opened his eyes, and his consciousness gradually cleared.
His fingers moved slightly, imdiately touching a smooth and warm skin.
Beside him, Gao ngting let out a soft "hum," deep and light, quite pleasant.
Tang Song turned sideways and saw his partner curled up.
Her face was buried between his arm and the pillow, a strand of hair falling beside her lashes, her breathing warm and steady.
The blanket slipped slightly, revealing her collarbone and shoulders marked with kiss marks.
Like clusters of red plums blooming quietly in the snowfield.
Tang Song lowered his head, also noticing the kiss marks on his own body.
He let out a light breath, feeling a sudden, inexplicable stirring.
Gao ngting always gave him the impression of being elegant and gentle, calm and resolute.
He had never seen her lose her temper, even when very upset, she’d only complain a bit, then quickly return to normal.
Never thought she could be so wild, like a fla igniting the autumn night.
Speaking of that impulsive strength, it even surpassed Wen Ruan’s intensity.
At the beginning, he was entirely passive, feeling as if being pushed backward.
Of course, Tang Song could sowhat understand.
Gao ngting was the kind of woman with so idealism, whether in career, friendship, or love, she pursued the resonance of souls and the realization of self-worth.
When she decided to take this step.
For her, it was not just a physical closeness, but also an opening and trust deep in the soul.
She was unreserved and unflinching, like a "woman warrior" launching an attack on him.
The arc of her hair’s rise and fall, the restraint of biting her lower lip, the tears gleaming at the corner of her eyes during monts of distraction...
Body and spirit united, soul and flesh intertwined.
Tang Song could perceive her fiery soul.
Of course, ideals were rich, reality was stark.
The result was that Gao ngting was completely not his match.
Basically, it was: the prelude lasted twenty minutes, the main part five minutes.
Notably, his partner was indeed the most sensitive girl he had ever been involved with, truly fascinating and stimulating.
From a guy’s perspective, it was really fulfilling.
However, after all, Tang Song was an expert, having gone through many rounds of endurance enhancent.
Naturally, he couldn’t be satisfied.
But considering it was her first ti, he decided to let her off for now.
Thinking of this, Tang Song’s lips curved slightly.
The phone casually tossed to the side vibrated, the screen lit up, and the daily smile reward was credited.
Gao ngting’s eyelashes fluttered lightly as she slowly opened her eyes.
In the dim light and shadows, their eyes t.
"Awake?" Tang Song’s voice was gentle.
Gao ngting looked at him without speaking, suddenly leaning over to gently kiss his lips.
Her kiss was awkward but especially sincere.
Her soft body pressed against his under the blanket.
Their gaze blended, like a synchronization of souls kissing.
Tang Song’s fingers gently brushed through her hair, looking into her emotionally rich eyes, feeling sothing softly stirring inside.
He could feel the thick affection from her, without any impurities.
Passionate and straightforward.
As they parted.
Gao ngting lay on top of him, her chin resting on his chest, her thick brown hair hanging low.
"Tang Song...?" Her voice still carried so sleepiness, slightly hoarse, yet extraordinarily soft and pleasant.
"Hmm, I’m here."
"Do you love ?" Gao ngting asked.
"Of course, I love you. Last night, you made say it at least ten tis."
"Haha, alright, I don’t rember it being that many tis, but I still want to hear it."
"I love you."
"Tell about your feelings last night, okay?" Gao ngting moved closer.
"Uh... how should I say."
"From the beginning, say it slowly, tell the details of your feelings."
"Isn’t that a bit improper?"
Gao ngting’s hand slowly moved downward, "Say it, I want to hear."
"Hiss—" Tang Song sucked in a breath, realizing for the first ti that his partner also had this kind of hobby?!
He had never seen any other girl, proactively asking the other party to describe the feelings of intimacy...
He cleared his throat slightly, trying to change the topic: "Then you go first."
"Hmm." Gao ngting blinked, looking into his eyes, softly saying: "At the start, every ti you kissed , I would..."
Tender words flowed in the ear.
She began to speak slowly, her tone calm yet detailed, words beautiful yet sincere.
She talked about her nervousness, her desires, her dedication, detailing the psychological changes brought on by each subtle touch.
Even ntioned many "dirty" words.
Tang Song listened, stunned and greatly shocked!
He never imagined that his elegant and intellectual partner could also say such direct and moving sentences.
It was much more intense than Xu Qing’s stories!
Tang Song felt his blood boiling as he listened.
Alright, partner! This is what you asked for!
"Ah!" Gao ngting exclaid, the world spinning.
...
Past 7 o’clock in the morning.
Tang Song got dressed and walked out of the bedroom.
Raising his head, he saw Qiuqiu sitting in the living room.
She wore dark autumn clothes and pants, a sporty casual outfit that perfectly outlined her tall and sexy figure.
Her orange-brown hair casually draped over her shoulders, reflecting a gentle sheen in the morning light.
Her skin was fair, her deanor cool, with a touch of deliberately restrained awkwardness.
Like a callia blooming quietly, hiding thoughts unknown to anyone.
Upon hearing the footsteps and the sound of the door opening, she suddenly stood up, her gaze panicked, fingers twisting the sleeve nervously.
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