"Does it look good?" Liu Qingning clasped her hands behind her back, her lips slightly curled.
With a hint of a young girl’s prideful show-off.
"It looks good." Tang Song’s breath was sowhat uneven, "Just... a bit too good-looking."
"Pfft—" Liu Qingning chuckled, her chest heaving, tumultuous waves rising and falling.
She tilted her chin at him, stubbornly explaining, "Don’t get the wrong idea. I just went to the school yesterday and happened to rember that my school uniform hadn’t been thrown out yet. I just tried to find it, and who knew I’d actually find it."
"Is that so?" Tang Song’s face was full of disbelief, "I thought you wore it especially for ."
"Hm hm, you narcissist!" Liu Qingning made a cute face.
Tang Song looked at this familiar face and the familiar school uniform.
His throat moved, and he sincerely praised, "You look beautiful in this outfit."
"Hm hm, of course!"
Imdiately, Tang Song casually closed the bedroom door.
With a "click," he locked it.
"Hey, hey, what are you locking the door for?" Liu Qingning’s face flushed red, instinctively stepping back, "It’s broad daylight..."
"It’s nothing, just didn’t want anyone to disturb us, so we could deeply relive old tis."
"Oh my! What are you thinking about again?!"
Tang Song looked into the bright eyes of his first love, his voice deep, "You know it, and this ti you ca to willingly."
"No, I didn’t!" Liu Qingning’s neck turned red imdiately, "I just let you look, now leave, I’m going to change."
Tang Song didn’t respond, but stepped toward her.
"Bang bang bang—"
Every step felt as if it landed on the wildly beating hearts of both.
Liu Qingning was softened by his intense, heated gaze, instinctively retreating.
Soon, her back hit the cold wall, with nowhere to retreat.
Tang Song’s tall figure covered her line of sight.
The room was left with nothing but the interwoven, increasingly rapid breathing of the two.
"Hey, you’re quite frightening..."
Liu Qingning raised her eyes, showing so panic on her pure and lovely oval face.
"Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you." Tang Song chuckled lightly, his gaze slowly moved down from her cheeks, landing on the breathtaking curve accentuated by the white Polo shirt.
In a teasing tone, he said, "How do I rember, back then, it seed you weren’t as ’chesty’ as now? Did you grow after graduation?"
Liu Qingning shivered all over, both ashad and angry, "You...you big pervert! No wonder you were always absent-minded during tutoring in high school, turns out your head was filled with such nonsense!"
"Yeah, I just didn’t dare to express it back then."
Tang Song looked into her shy eyes, reached out, his fingertips gently brushed over the slightly faded "First Middle School" emblem on her chest,
Through the slightly coarse school uniform fabric, he could still feel her warm skin.
Inside, a nearly indescribable, nearly trembling great satisfaction surged up.
Throughout high school, he had been silently watching her, fantasizing about her.
For the first love, he was both inferior and longing, hopeful and anxious.
At this mont, in this small, hers bedroom, cornering her against the wall, looking at him in her school uniform.
All those suppressed, the most primal desires of youth.
All those regrets that were left unfulfilled.
At this mont, turned into the strongest impulse to make it right.
Tang Song lowered his head, kissed her lips with force, one hand wrapped around her waist, and the other slowly slid down.
Liu Qingning’s eyes widened suddenly, body slightly trembling, as if swept by a sudden wave of heat.
The sound of heartbeats drowned the two.
...
Yan City, North City Garden Community.
The call was disconnected, leaving only the "beep beep beep" busy tone in the receiver.
In front of the temporary desk in the living room, Shen Yuyan took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.
But still, the nervous yet excited feeling crashing in her chest couldn’t be eased.
This ti, for her, it was simply a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity.
Currently, her main work was still helping Tang Song handle personal investnt affairs, staying on the "business" level.
And this ti, Quan City’s governnt’s active engagent made her see a possibility of stepping into the "politics" of this higher-level circle.
If she could get involved, it would an she would truly step into Tang Song’s personal world and power core.
This should have been within Lin Muxue’s work scope. And that woman, she’s still in London now!
Thinking of this, her eyes instinctively glanced at the WeChat chat interface.
[Xue: "Brunch ti at The Ritz London."]
Below were so photos carefully composed and retouched.
The gangway of a private jet, the restaurant of the Ritz Hotel, blonde and blue-eyed "classmates"...
This pretentious Luna was doing quite well abroad.
Almost every day, she had to "share" her high-profile life with her intensely, like a peacock flaunting its tail.
Shen Yuyan murmured to herself, "Xiaoxue, don’t be so smug, I’m already working hard on surpassing you."
She put down her phone, her gaze refocusing on the laptop screen.
On it was the ergency organization she had done, about the latest policy briefing on the Yan Province new energy industry cluster and the core team information of the Quan City’s party committee and governnt.
In fact, since the last ti she attended the NDRC roadshow and t Director Li Xindong.
She had keenly sensed that the local governnt would inevitably have follow-up actions.
With Tang Song’s current energy and status, put anywhere, he’d be a coveted "hot pie."
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