As everyone knows, one shouldn't spend too much ti in hot springs at once.
Otherwise, it's easy to experience a series of "drunken spring" reactions like dizziness, accelerated heartbeat, and weak limbs due to the high water temperature and accelerated blood circulation.
Just like Yao Lingling at this very mont.
Her originally flushed face was now completely red, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyes sowhat unfocused.
She felt completely dizzy, as if walking on cotton.
She lowered her head, climbed out of the hot spring pool using both hands and feet, and hastily wrapped her still slightly trembling body with a bathrobe.
She quickly glanced in Tang Song's direction.
Speaking softly: "That... senior, I... I'm not feeling well, I'll go in first to hydrate."
After saying this, she didn't even bother with slippers and quickly disappeared into the villa's warm lighting.
Watching her fleeing back, Tang Song let out a long sigh and stood up from the hot spring.
Due to the water temperature, his fair skin had taken on a healthy reddish hue.
He looked down at his right hand.
His heartbeat just wouldn't slow down.
From slender to full, hot, smooth.
And that indescribable, explosively powerful bounce.
Every detail seed imprinted in his palm, impossible to shake off.
The feel was much better than he had imagined.
Unlike Sister Tian and the foreign beauty's hourglass figure, his junior had a standard pear-shaped body.
Extrely slender and slim upper body, yet exceptionally full lower body.
This strong visual and tactile contrast created an impact with an indescribable beauty.
Tang Song's throat unconsciously moved.
Returning to his first-floor bedroom, he quickly entered the bathroom and rinsed off with warm water.
Changed into loose, comfortable casual clothes.
Picked up his phone, which already had several unread ssages.
It's worth ntioning that Xiao Jing's trip to the Imperial Capital was about to end, and she had officially taken over [Jingyi Asset Managent].
Next, she would represent [Jingyi Asset Managent] to contact [Tangjin Family Office] and complete the handover of the first property asset managent rights.
The contact person would be Tina Spencer, a committee mber of Tangjin responsible for this sector, a genuine old-money European noble.
In Xiao Xue's briefing, this na had been specifically ntioned.
But in Tang Song's current mory, he hadn't actually t this Lady Spencer yet.
After replying to Xiao Jing's ssages.
Tang Song was about to put down his phone.
"Bzzz bzzz~~"
The WeChat video call notification suddenly rang out in the quiet room.
[Qiuqiu]
Tang Song paused slightly, then smiled and answered the video.
The next second, Qiuqiu's cool, beautiful face filled the entire screen.
She seed to have just finished her evening ho workout.
Wearing a simple blue long-sleeved yoga top with black tight yoga pants.
Her jet-black long hair was tied up, revealing her smooth, full forehead and delicate, slender swan neck.
Under the soft indoor lighting, she looked exceptionally clean and fresh, like a quiet callia flower with evening dew.
But at this mont, there was a barely noticeable unease in her eyes.
"...Tang Song, am I disturbing you?" Qiuqiu spoke first, her voice lower than usual.
"Not at all, what's up? My designer friend, sending a video so late, did you miss ?"
Qiuqiu gasped softly, her expression instantly becoming unnatural, "No... that..."
She seed unsure how to phrase it, finally just saying: "It snowed today, the sky is very dark. Lingling went ho, she won't be here all weekend. I'm alone at ho, and because I need to take leave, I finished next week's work early." 𝘳äɴỌ𝔟Ês
Hearing her words, Tang Song imdiately understood.
He and Qiuqiu had had many deep encounters in dreams, so he naturally knew her personality and past.
Although this girl appeared very cool on the surface, she was actually quite timid and extrely insecure.
Especially afraid of darkness and being alone.
So even when she didn't get along with classmates, she never moved out of the dorm.
After graduation, she actively sought to share an apartnt with the not-so-close senior Gao ngting, and later moved to North City Garden with Lingling.
Now in a completely new, still unfamiliar environnt, encountering a snowy dark night.
Alone at ho, she would definitely feel imnse loneliness and unease.
Tang Song's gaze softened considerably, and he said jokingly: "Alone? Then do you want to co over and sleep with you?"
"Ah!" Qiuqiu's expression instantly tightened, and she quickly waved her hands: "No, no, I... I just wanted to talk with you."
Tang Song chuckled lightly and stopped teasing her, starting to chat with her.
They talked quietly like this, from Yancheng's beautiful first snow scenery to her new ho environnt, then to her childhood life in Rongcheng.
Gradually, a relaxed smile appeared on Qiuqiu's face.
After a full twenty-plus minutes.
Qiuqiu finally said softly: "I'm fine now, just wanted to talk with you. That, I'll hang up now."
"Wait a mont."
Qiuqiu looked at him puzzled.
A brilliant smile appeared at the corner of Tang Song's mouth, "You haven't told yet, did you miss ?"
Qiuqiu paused, and Tang Song's smile widened. After a long ti, she slowly nodded: "...Mm."
"Goodnight, Qiuqiu."
"Goodnight."
After hanging up.
Tang Song shook his head and put down his phone.
The pity he felt for Qiuqiu lingered for a long ti.
This trip to Rongcheng must resolve her issues.
For Qiuqiu, her grandmother, mother, and even her deceased father were all obstacles she couldn't overco.
Not just simple childhood shadows, but one could even say they had ford psychological issues.
After thinking for a while, Tang Song's gaze uncontrollably turned toward the ceiling direction.
Which was his junior's bedroom on the second floor.
A faint smile curled at his lips.
As a standard lecher.
In such an environnt with perfect timing (first snow night), location (private hot spring villa), and human factors (junior who took the initiative to kiss him).
If he could still remain calm, then he really wouldn't be human.
...
At the sa ti, in the second-floor bedroom.
Yao Lingling, having just showered, with half-dry hair, had changed from her bikini into a small camisole and leggings.
Her mind was still full of the passionate kiss that almost suffocated her earlier, and Tang Song's burning hands.
She subconsciously extended her tongue, lightly licking her still slightly swollen lips, as if they still carried her senior's scent.
[I... I actually... took the initiative to kiss senior... and used tongue....]
[Ahhhhh! Yao Lingling! You bad woman!]
[Who am I? Who is Yao Lingling?]
She covered her burning cheeks, hopping in place several tis before barely calming her nearly boiling brain.
She walked to the full-length mirror.
The person in the mirror had flushed cheeks, eyes misty with moisture, so shy she felt unfamiliar even to herself.
Her gaze moved downward, looking at her unremarkable chest, and she couldn't help but sigh.
"Sigh, if only this could be as impressive as my butt."
Then, she picked up a bottle of peach-scented body lotion, squeezed so into her palm, and began carefully applying it.
Her fair palms smoothed over her collarbone, arms, thighs...
Each touch made her think of Tang Song's palm temperature earlier and his perfectly sculpted body like ancient Greek statues.
Yao Lingling's face started turning red uncontrollably again.
Speaking of which, senior really lived up to being a sea king.
His hands were truly skilled and experienced. Although he just casually kneaded a few tis, it still made her heart race.
But at least this proved she was indeed attractive to him.
After all, she had clearly felt senior's "impulse."
Those months of squats weren't wasted.
Thinking of senior just downstairs.
Yao Lingling's full, athletic thighs pressed tightly together, feeling sowhat restless.
Having had a crush for so long, physical and psychological liking intertwined, making it impossible for her to stay calm.
Her audaciousness made it hard to control the primal forces within her.
But... the forced kiss earlier was already too much.
Since returning from the hot spring, senior hadn't ssaged her.
Nor co to find her.
She didn't know what he was thinking now.
If she really couldn't resist a "night attack."
Would senior think she was a shaless pervert?
[Ah! Ah!]
[Yao Lingling! How could you!?]
"Pat pat~~"
Yao Lingling patted her thighs.
But the more she tried to restrain herself, the more her heart itched.
Making her whole body feel feverish, her hand subconsciously landing on her lower abdon.
Her eyes beca moist.
Just then.
"Knock knock knock—"
A moderate knocking sound suddenly ca from the door.
Yao Lingling jumped like she'd been electrocuted, quickly withdrawing her left hand, feeling both panicked and delighted.
Asking knowingly: "Who... who is it?"
"It's ." Tang Song's deep, magnetic voice ca from outside the door. "Not asleep yet?"
"No! No!"
Yao Lingling imdiately quickly checked her appearance in the full-length mirror, hastily arranging her still sowhat damp hair.
Then, taking a deep breath, she opened the door.
Tang Song appeared outside the door in loose casual clothes.
A simple solid-color T-shirt and comfortable straight-leg pants perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and upright figure.
He looked fresh and clean yet filled with a holy laziness that made one's legs weak.
"Senior." Yao Lingling said softly.
"You ran off so urgently earlier, was worried you might be uncomfortable from too long in the hot spring, ca to check on you."
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, senior."
"Good that you're fine." Tang Song's gaze fell on her slightly curled toes from nervousness, naturally walking in and casually closing the door behind him.
In the quiet bedroom, only their interwoven breathing remained.
As their eyes t, the air seed to beco thick.
Tang Song leaned forward slightly, a charming smile appearing at his lips.
His junior, having just bathed, with half-dry hair, emitted a clean, sweet fragrance mixed with shower gel and her unique girly scent.
Although the curve of her chest wasn't large, it had its own unique charm.
As a professional team manager, Tang Song naturally wouldn't discriminate against any small players.
On the contrary, this was also a characteristic.
After all, besides basketball, he was also quite interested in sports like baseball and ping pong.
Willing to guide his own players.
"Thump thump thump—"
Yao Lingling could almost clearly hear her own heartbeat, each beat louder than the last.
Her throat moved slightly, her pink lips unconsciously parting slightly, "Senior..."
Tang Song reached out, gently placing his hand on his junior's soft, slender waist, "Lingling."
"Mm—" Yao Lingling's body trembled violently, her cheeks completely red.
Tang Song's gaze swept over her astonishingly curved hips, saying seriously: "Just after soaking in the hot spring, your blood circulation has accelerated, and pores have opened. This is the best ti for ridian clearing and body conditioning. I can feel that your lumbar spine and gluteus maximus have quite serious strain. Let give you a massage to clear your ridians."
Yao Lingling froze, her ntal universe exploding.
[What what what?! Senior is... going to give a massage?!]
[Does he think I'm stupid? This is obviously wanting to...]
Her ears turned red enough to drip blood, "This... this is too embarrassing..."
"It's fine, you're my girlfriend after all."
Yao Lingling felt like her whole body was about to burn up, "That's true too."
"Pat~~"
Tang Song patted her elastic buttocks, saying gently: "Be good, lie down, relax."
"...Oh."
Yao Lingling lowered her head, obediently lying face down on the soft large bed, her heartbeat a complete ss.
The white camisole and black athletic shorts outlined her slender waist and perky, rounded curves.
Under the warm yellow lighting, it exuded a unique charm.
Tang Song ca to the bedside, his hands slowly landing on the small of her back.
His warm, dry palms, with a wonderful perceptiveness, slowly pressed downward along her spine.
The pressure went from light to heavy, carefully feeling the ridian paths and muscle texture under every inch of his junior's skin.
"Don't be nervous, slow your breathing, follow ."
"Mm...As expected, both sides of the lumbar spine are sowhat tense. This is the aftermath of excessive weight during your workouts."
His words sounded completely natural, as if he were truly a virtuous and experienced traditional Chinese dicine doctor.
Tang Song's hands, enhanced by the [Healing Hands Adjustnt] skill, seed to co alive.
Every press accurately landed on her sorest acupoints;
every knead was like a warm current instantly clearing her blocked ridians.
That wonderful feeling of alternating soreness and comfort almost made Yao Lingling lose her mind.
She bit her lip hard, trying to block the sounds rising in her throat, but her body still trembled uncontrollably.
She wasn't stupid, naturally knowing what Tang Song was doing.
This was blatant teasing!
[Ahhhhhh! No, I'm going crazy!]
[Senior, you really know how!]
[It's over, it's over, if this continues, I'm really going to lt...]
Fingertips traveled over waist, back, hips, legs.... Every tense muscle gradually relaxed under his control.
Tang Song's breathing also gradually beca heavier with the rhythm.
Lingling's legs, like big sister's, were standard honey thighs.
With rounded lines, full shape, almost perfect muscle-to-fat ratio, feeling both flexible and elastic.
Between the ebb and flow of force, fingertips seed to sink into a smooth ocean, each touch bringing visible tremors.
Yao Lingling suddenly cried out, raising her head sharply, her entire face red like a ripe apple, eyes glistening with moisture.
Tang Song's hands didn't stop, continuing inward, "What's wrong? Lingling."
"I... feel like I'm going to... to... to..."
Tang Song leaned down slightly, his breath hot, voice low, "Going to what?"
"Senior... you, you're so bad—"
Yao Lingling seed about to cry.
Then, she suddenly flipped over, hugging Tang Song's shoulders.
Forcing him down onto the bed.
"Ah—"
The air filled with the sweet scent after bathing.
The villa in the snowy night was completely ignited.
It must be said, truly worthy of being Yao Lingling, born with a natural fitness physique.
The lower body ford from long-term squats and hip thrusts contained astonishing explosive power and core strength.
Now erupting, it was like a flexible bowstring.
Even suppressing Tang Song.
Of course, it also allowed him to appreciate different scenery.
Outside the window, bamboo groves swayed gently in the wind and snow, black pines in the courtyard covered with white snow.
The hot spring water in the villa courtyard still bubbled, emitting wisps of steam that dispersed through the half-open glass doors and windows.
......
November 26, 2023, Sunday, fog.
Early morning.
Cheng Qiuqiu slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing that greeted her was the sowhat blindingly bright ceiling light.
Not just the bedroom—the living room, kitchen, bathroom... all lights were on.
Cheng Qiuqiu sat up, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings around her, quietly spacing out.
Her fear of darkness and being alone also stemd from a childhood mory.
Back then, she hadn't started school yet. Her father had passed away less than two years prior, and her mother was still in their hotown.
That sumr in her mory was exceptionally hot, even the air felt sticky.
Having played too wildly in the yard during the day, she lay on the cool mat in the afternoon and unknowingly fell asleep.
When she woke up again, the sky was completely dark.
Not the kind of twilight with evening glow warmth, but pure, lightless blackness.
The power was out, mom wasn't ho, the old wooden door was bolted shut from the outside.
There were stray dogs that had sohow gotten into the yard, searching for food outside the door, occasionally making eerie whimpers.
Not yet five years old, she was so scared she curled up in the bed corner, wrapping herself tightly in blankets, crying incessantly.
It wasn't until late at night when her worried grandmother ca to check with a flashlight that she discovered her, locked alone in the dark room, crying nearly to exhaustion.
That sa day, her grandmother and mother had their most violent argunt.
The next day, her mother packed her bags and left ho without looking back, going to Rongcheng to work.
She naturally beca a left-behind child.
The fear of abandonnt and that night's darkness intertwined into nightmares she couldn't escape.
If not for the video chat with Tang Song before bed last night, she would definitely have had nightmares again.
Qiuqiu got out of bed, walked to the bedroom window, and opened the curtains.
Outside was a gray-white thick fog.
Distant buildings weren't visible, nor were streets on the ground—only the halos of a few streetlights.
She exhaled softly, picking up her fully charged phone.
Checking the ti—almost 6:30. He... should have finished his workout by now.
Qiuqiu took a photo of the outside view and shared it with Tang Song.
Her fingers hesitated over the input box for a long ti before carefully typing: "Good morning, the fog is so heavy today. I'm thinking about what to have for breakfast."
This was their little communication habit, usually starting with breakfast.
However, this ti, Tang Song didn't reply quickly as usual.
Maybe he was busy with sothing, or perhaps hadn't woken up yet because he was too tired last night.
She stared at the phone screen, refreshing the WeChat list page over and over, waiting for that familiar avatar to light up.
After quite a while.
"Buzz—" The phone finally vibrated.
[Tang Song: "(^_)／ Good morning, Qiuqiu. Diagonally across from North City Garden's east gate, there's a Fumin Breakfast place with pretty good soup dumplings. Worth ntioning, their chili oil is very fragrant—should suit your taste."]
Qiuqiu's heart jumped violently, her cheeks quickly turning rosy.
How did he know there were good soup dumplings here? And specifically ntioned chili oil.
Because of ? He... paid special attention?
An overwhelming sense of flattered joy instantly enveloped her.
Qiuqiu quickly replied.
The smile on her face grew wider, her mood becoming incredibly bright.
After chatting, she changed into yoga clothes and completed her daily training in the spacious living room.
Then she eagerly put on a thick down jacket, crossed through the fog-filled residential area in the early morning, and arrived at that "Fumin Breakfast" place.
Dipped in full chili oil and aromatic vinegar, eating them in small bites.
They were really delicious.
I wonder what Tang Song is doing now?
Is he also eating soup dumplings?
By the ti she finished breakfast, the sky had lightened with dawn.
The fog had also thinned sowhat.
Just returned upstairs.
"Ring ring ring—" The phone ringtone suddenly sounded.
[Aunt Wang Aijuan]
Qiuqiu quickly answered the call, "Hello? Aunt Wang."
Wang Aijuan was one of her mother's few relatively close old neighbors, also Gao Junfeng's mother.
Imdiately after, the receiver transmitted Aunt Wang's sowhat anxious voice: "Qiuqiu! There's sothing... I need to tell you..."
"Actually, your mom didn't want to tell you, but I thought about it and felt you should know." Aunt Wang's voice held so hesitation. "Your mom... she's in the hospital now."
"What happened to her?"
Qiuqiu's hand holding the phone trembled violently, but her voice remained unusually calm, even cold.
Wang Aijuan continued: "Yesterday... during their rights protest, they got into a fight with the developers' people. Your mom was pushed down, hit the back of her head on the ground, bled a lot. But don't worry, the doctor checked—no major issues, just a minor concussion."
Qiuqiu's brows tightly furrowed, asking puzzled: "Rights protest? What rights protest?"
"It's all because of that Harmony Elegance Residence apartnt!"
"What apartnt?"
"Oh, your mom really didn't tell you about this?" Wang Aijuan sighed, explaining the whole story.
Over two years ago, when Qiuqiu was just starting her third year of university, her mother Li ihua used most of her life savings to fully pay for a small new apartnt in Rongcheng's new district.
The apartnt was supposed to be delivered this March, but the developers kept delaying for various reasons.
Until recently, news suddenly ca.
The developer's funding chain broke—they went bankrupt. The apartnt was completely abandoned.
Li ihua and other hoowners had been trying to protect their rights.
Just yesterday, they went together to the developer's company to protest with banners, and then the accident happened.
Wang Aijuan paused, her tone becoming sowhat awkward: "...Qiuqiu, look, I ca here temporarily too, didn't bring much money. Could you... co back as soon as possible?"
Listening to the words from the other end of the phone, Qiuqiu remained silent for a long ti.
Said softly: "Aunt Wang, I'll transfer so money to you later. I'll return tomorrow."
"Ah, I didn't an that, no need..."
"It's fine, Aunt Wang. Let's leave it at that for now. I'll hang up and check train tickets."
After hanging up.
Qiuqiu pressed her lips tightly, expressionlessly opening WeChat and transferring twenty thousand yuan to Wang Aijuan.
Although she had just graduated not long ago, through freelance work savings plus [Songi Apparel]'s high salary, she had so savings.
Qiuqiu exhaled, her gaze spacing out.
The old, small place they lived in Rongcheng had always been rented.
All these years, her mother had been stingy, never willing to buy property.
Then when housing prices kept rising, she bought at the peak and stepped into a pit.
What puzzled her was why that woman, frugal her whole life, would suddenly be willing to take out so much money to fully pay for an apartnt in the new district.
So that money had probably gone down the drain too.
Thinking of this, she felt sowhat ironic.
Back when her grandmother was hospitalized sick, needing dical fees, her mother hadn't been willing to take out that money to try saving her.
Now on the contrary, inexplicably thrown into an abandoned building, gone just like that.
Tears unknowingly slid down her cheeks, cool to the touch.
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