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Chapter 659 Innate Fitness Sacred Body, Retribution?
As is well known, one should not soak in a hot spring for too long at a time.

Otherwise, it is easy to experience a series of "drunken spring" reactions such as dizziness, rapid heartbeat, and weakness in the limbs due to excessively high water temperature and accelerated blood circulation.

Take Yao Lingling, for example, right now.

Her face, which was already flushed, turned even redder, her lips were slightly swollen, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

I felt dizzy, like I was walking on cotton.

With her head down, she scrambled out of the hot spring pool, hastily wrapping her still slightly trembling body in a bathrobe.

He glanced quickly in Tang Song's direction.

He said in a low voice, "Um... senior, I... I'm not feeling well, let me go inside and get some water."

After saying that, she didn't even bother to put on her slippers before quickly disappearing into the warm light of the villa.

Watching her flee in panic, Tang Song let out a long breath and stood up from the hot spring.

Because of the water temperature, the pale skin took on a healthy red hue.

He looked down at his right hand.

My heart just won't slow down.

Unlike the hourglass figures of older sisters and Western women, the junior school girl has a standard pear-shaped figure.

Her upper body was extremely slender and slim, while her lower body was exceptionally voluptuous.

From delicate to full, this strong visual and tactile contrast.

The impact it creates has an indescribable beauty.

Tang Song's throat bobbed involuntarily.

Back in her bedroom on the first floor, she quickly went into the bathroom and rinsed her body with warm water.

Change into a loose and comfortable casual outfit.

I picked up my phone; there were already quite a few unread messages.

It's worth mentioning that Xiao Jing's trip to Beijing is coming to an end, and she has now officially taken over [Jingyi Asset Management].

Next, she will represent Jingyi Asset Management to contact Tangjin Family Office and complete the transfer of the first property asset agency rights.

As for the person they contacted, it was Tina Spencer, a genuine old-money European aristocrat and member of the committee in charge of managing this sector.

This name was mentioned in particular in Xiaoxue's briefing.

However, in Tang and Song's current memory, they have never actually met this Ms. Spencer.

After replying to Xiaojing's message.

Tang Song was about to put down his phone.

"Ta-da~~"

The notification sound of a WeChat video call suddenly rang out in the quiet room.

【Qiuqiu】

Tang Song was slightly taken aback, then smiled and answered the video call.

The next second, Qiuqiu's cool and beautiful face filled the entire screen.

She appeared to have just finished her evening home workout.

She was wearing a simple blue long-sleeved yoga top and black tight-fitting yoga pants.

Her long, black hair was styled into an updo, revealing her smooth, full forehead and delicate, slender swan neck.

Under the soft indoor lighting, it appears exceptionally clean and elegant, like a quiet camellia covered in evening dew.

But at this moment, there was a hint of unease in her eyes.

"...Tang Song, did I disturb you?" Qiu Qiu spoke first, her voice lower than usual.

"No, what's wrong? My designer friend, why are you posting a video so late? Do you miss me?"

Qiuqiu gasped softly, her face instantly turning unnatural. "No...that..."

She seemed unsure how to put her words into words, and finally simply said, "It snowed today, and it's very dark. Lingling went home and won't be here this weekend. I'm home alone because I need to take the day off to finish next week's work ahead of schedule."

Upon hearing her words, Tang Song instantly understood.

He and Qiuqiu had many intimate encounters in his dreams, so he naturally knew about her personality and past.

Although this girl looks aloof, she is actually very timid and extremely insecure.

They are especially afraid of the dark and being alone.

So even though she didn't get along with her classmates, she never moved out of the dormitory.

After graduation, she took the initiative to find Gao Mengting, a senior she wasn't very close to, to share an apartment. Later, she moved to Beicheng Garden with Lingling.

Now we've arrived in a completely new and unfamiliar environment, and we've encountered a snowy, dark night.

She must feel incredibly lonely and anxious being home alone.

Tang Song's gaze softened considerably, and he said in a joking tone, "You're all alone? Do you want me to come over and sleep with you?"

"Uh!" Qiuqiu's face tensed instantly, and she quickly waved her hand, saying, "No, no, I... I just wanted to talk to you."

Tang Song chuckled softly, stopped teasing her, and started chatting with her.

The two chatted quietly, from the beautiful first snow in Yancheng to the environment of her new home, and then to her childhood life in Chengdu.

Gradually, a relaxed smile appeared on Qiuqiu's face.

More than twenty minutes later.

Qiuqiu said softly, "I'm fine now, I just wanted to talk to you. Um, I'm hanging up now."

"Wait a moment."

Qiuqiu looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Tang Song smiled brightly, "You still haven't told me, are you missing me?"

Qiuqiu paused for a moment, and after a long while, she slowly nodded and said, "...Mm."

Goodnight, Qiuqiu.

"Good night."

hang up the phone.

Tang Song shook his head and put down his phone.

The pity I felt for Qiuqiu lingered for a long time.

I must resolve her issue during this trip to Chengdu.

For Qiuqiu, her grandmother, mother, and even her deceased father are all obstacles she cannot overcome.

It's not just a simple childhood trauma; it could even be said that it has developed into a mental illness.

After thinking for a while, Tang Song's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the ceiling.

That is, the bedroom of the junior high school girl on the second floor.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

As a standard LSP.

In such an environment where the timing (the first snow night), the location (a private hot spring villa), and the people (a junior schoolgirl who took the initiative to kiss her) were all perfect.

If he could still remain calm, he wouldn't be human.

……

Meanwhile, in the bedroom on the second floor.

After taking a shower, Yao Lingling's hair was half-dry, and she had changed from her bikini into a tank top and leggings.

Her mind was still filled with the passionate kiss that had almost suffocated her, and Tang Song's hot, large hands.

She subconsciously licked her slightly swollen lips, as if the scent of her senior still lingered on them.

[I...I actually...kissed my senior...and even stuck out my tongue...]

【Aaaaaah! Yao Lingling! You wicked woman!】

Who am I? Who is Yao Lingling?

...

She covered her burning cheeks and jumped up and down several times before she could finally calm her boiling brain down a little.

Walk to the full-length mirror.

The person in the mirror had flushed cheeks and misty eyes, looking so shy that even she felt like a stranger to herself.

Her gaze shifted downwards, landing on her unremarkable chest, and she couldn't help but sigh again.

"Sigh, if only this part could be as resilient as my butt..."

Then, she picked up a bottle of peach-scented body lotion, squeezed it into her palm, and began to carefully apply it.

A fair palm brushed across her collarbone, arms, and thighs...

Each touch reminded her of the warmth of Tang Song's palm and his perfectly sculpted body, reminiscent of an ancient Greek sculpture.

Yao Lingling's face started to turn red uncontrollably again.

Seriously, senior, you really are a player.

Her hands were truly skilled and adept; she had only casually kneaded and rubbed them a few times, yet they still made her heart race with fear.

However, this at least proves that she is indeed attractive to him.

After all, she could clearly sense her senior's "impulse".

All those months of squatting practice paid off.

I thought of the senior student who lived downstairs.

Yao Lingling squeezed her full, shapely thighs together, looking somewhat restless.

Having harbored a secret crush for so long, the intertwining of physical and psychological attraction made it impossible for her to remain calm.

Her lustful audacity made it difficult for her to control the primal power within her.

However… that forceful kiss was already too much.

Since returning from the hot springs, her senior hasn't messaged her.

They don't even come looking for me.

I don't know what he's thinking right now.

If I really can't resist a "night raid"...

Will the senior think she's a shameless lewd woman?

Oh dear! Oh dear!

【Yao Lingling! How could you do this?!】

"Pah pah~~"

Yao Lingling patted her thigh.

But the more I try to restrain myself, the more it itches inside.

It made her feel hot all over, and her hand unconsciously fell to her lower abdomen.

My eyes became moist.

at this time.

"Boom boom boom——"

A light knock suddenly sounded on the door.

Yao Lingling felt as if she had been electrocuted, and quickly withdrew her left hand, feeling both panicked and delighted.

He asked, feigning ignorance, "Who...who?"

"It's me." Tang Song's deep, magnetic voice came from outside the door. "Aren't you asleep yet?"

"No no!"

Yao Lingling quickly checked her appearance in the dressing mirror and haphazardly tidied her still slightly damp hair.

Then, he took a deep breath and opened the door.

Tang Song, dressed in loose, casual clothes, appeared outside the door.

A simple solid-color T-shirt and comfortable straight-leg pants perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and upright figure.

He looked refreshing and exuded a relaxed, homey vibe, so handsome it made your legs weak.

"Senior," Yao Lingling whispered.

"I heard you were running so fast just now, I was worried you might be uncomfortable after soaking in the hot spring for too long, so I came to check on you."

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

"It's good that you're alright." Tang Song's gaze fell on her toes, which were slightly curled up due to nervousness. He walked in naturally and closed the door behind him.

In the quiet bedroom, only the sound of their intertwined breathing could be heard.

When their eyes met, the air seemed to thicken.

Tang Song leaned forward slightly, a charming smile playing on his lips.

The junior schoolgirl, fresh from a shower, had half-dry hair and exuded a clean and sweet scent that blended the fragrance of shower gel with the unique body odor of a young girl.

"Bang bang bang-"

Yao Lingling could almost hear her own heartbeat clearly, each beat louder than the last.

Her throat bobbed slightly, and her pink lips unconsciously parted slightly, "Senior..."

Tang Song reached out and gently placed his hand on the junior schoolmate's soft, slender waist. "Lingling."

"Hmm—" Yao Lingling's body trembled violently, and her cheeks turned bright red.

Tang Song's gaze swept over her stunningly curvaceous lower body, and he said seriously, "You just finished soaking in the hot springs. Your blood circulation is accelerated, and your pores are all open. It's the best time to unblock your meridians and regulate your body. I can feel that your lumbar spine and gluteus maximus muscles are quite strained. Let me give you a massage to unblock your meridians." Yao Lingling was stunned, her inner world exploding.

【What?! Senior is... going to give me a massage?!】

Do you think I'm stupid? This is just wanting to...

Her ears turned bright red, almost bleeding. "This...this is so embarrassing..."

"It's okay, since you're my girlfriend."

Yao Lingling felt like she was on fire. "Yeah, that's true."

"Crack~~"

Tang Song patted her firm, bouncy buttocks and said gently, "Be good, lie down and relax."

"…oh."

Yao Lingling lowered her head and obediently lay on the soft bed, her heart pounding wildly.

A white tank top and black athletic shorts accentuated her slender waist and shapely curves.

A pair of shapely legs exuded a unique charm under the warm yellow light.

Tang Song came to the bedside and slowly placed his hand on her waist.

The warm, dry palm, with a strange sensitivity, gently pressed down along her spine.

The pressure gradually increased, as I carefully felt the meridian pathways and skin texture of the junior student under every inch of her skin.

"Don't be nervous, slow down your breathing."

"Hmm... As expected, there is some tension on both sides of your lumbar spine. This is a side effect of you lifting too much weight during your workout."

"...lower back muscles tend to compensate, which can lead to soreness over time."

He spoke very naturally, as if he were a highly skilled and experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

With the blessing of the [Controlling the Essence] skill, Tang Song's hands seemed to come alive.

He diligently helped his junior schoolmate regulate her meridians and bones.

Fingertips travel over the waist, back, legs...

Every tense muscle is gradually relaxing.

It felt as if my fingertips were sinking into a piece of smooth silk, with a soft yet resilient touch.

Tang Song's breathing also gradually became heavy.

Yao Lingling buried her head in her arms, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She's not stupid; she's seen all sorts of weird movies.

Of course, they knew what the Tang and Song dynasties were doing.

[Ahhhhh! Senior, you're so good!]

[It's all over, if this keeps up...]

It took a while.

After a fierce internal struggle.

"Senior!"

Yao Lingling suddenly cried out, abruptly raising her head. Her entire face was as red as a ripe apple, and her eyes were glistening with tears.

Tang Song's hands didn't stop. "What's wrong, Lingling?"

"I...I...I feel..."

Tang Song leaned down slightly and asked in a low voice, "What do you feel?"

"Senior...you, you're so mean—"

Yao Lingling said something.

He then suddenly rolled over and hugged Tang Song's shoulders.

She forcefully pushed him down with her backhand.

To be honest, she truly has a naturally gifted physique.

Large frame, good appetite, not picky about food, pear-shaped body.

This caught both Tang and Song off guard.

……

……

Sunday, November 26, 2023, foggy.

early morning.

Cheng Qiuqiu slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is the ceiling light, which is so bright it's almost blinding.

Not just the bedroom, but also the living room, kitchen, bathroom... all the lights were on.

Cheng Qiuqiu sat up, looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, and stared blankly into space.

Her fear of darkness and being alone also stems from a childhood memory.

At that time, she hadn't started school yet, her father had just passed away two years prior, and her mother was still in her hometown.

That summer, as I remember it, was exceptionally hot; even the air felt sticky.

She was so tired from playing wildly in the yard during the day that she lay down on the mat in the afternoon and fell asleep without realizing it.

When she woke up again, it was completely dark.

It wasn't the kind of twilight that carries the warmth of the sunset, but pure, pitch-black darkness without any light.

The power went out, Mom wasn't home, and the old wooden door was locked from the outside by a heavy bolt.

There were also stray dogs that had somehow sneaked into the yard, rummaging for food outside the door, occasionally letting out chilling whimpers.

The little girl, not even 5 years old, was so scared that she curled up in the corner of the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and kept crying.

It wasn't until late at night that her worried mother-in-law came to check on her with a flashlight and found her locked alone in a dark room, crying until she was almost exhausted.

On that same day, my mother-in-law and mother had their most intense argument yet.

The next day, the mother packed her bags and left home without looking back to go to Chengdu to work.

She naturally became a left-behind child.

The fear of being abandoned, along with the darkness of that night, intertwined to create a nightmare she could not escape.

If it weren't for the video chat with Tang Song before bed last night, she would definitely have had another nightmare.

Qiuqiu got out of bed, walked to the bedroom window, and drew back the curtains.

Outside the window, there was a thick, grayish-white fog.

The buildings in the distance are not visible, nor are the streets on the ground; only the glow of a few streetlights is visible.

She took a deep breath and picked up her fully charged phone.

I checked the time; it was almost 6:30. He should have finished his workout by now.

Qiuqiu took a picture of the view outside the window and shared it with Tang Song.

After hesitating for a long time over the input box, I carefully typed a line: "Good morning. The fog is so thick today. I'm thinking about what to have for breakfast."

This is a small, unspoken communication habit among them, usually starting with breakfast.

However, this time, Tang and Song did not respond as quickly as usual.

Maybe they're busy with something, or maybe they're too tired from last night and haven't gotten out of bed yet.

She stared at her phone screen, refreshing the WeChat contact list again and again, waiting for that familiar profile picture to light up.

It took a while.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The phone finally vibrated.

[Tang Song: "(^_^)／ Good morning, Qiuqiu. There's a breakfast place called Fumin Breakfast across from the east gate of Beicheng Garden that has pretty good steamed buns. You could try it. Also worth mentioning is their chili oil, which is very fragrant and should suit your taste."]

Qiuqiu's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks quickly turned red.

How did he know there was a good xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) place here? He even specifically mentioned chili oil.

Was it because of me? Did he... pay special attention to it?

An overwhelming joy, as if she were flattered, instantly enveloped her.

Qiuqiu replied quickly.

The smile on his face grew wider and wider, and his mood became incredibly bright.

After chatting, I changed into yoga clothes and completed my daily training in the spacious living room.

Then, I couldn't wait to put on my thick down jacket, walk through the foggy neighborhood in the early morning, and arrive at the "Fumin Breakfast Shop".

I managed to buy the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) that Tang and Song dynasty poets talked about.

Dipping it in plenty of chili oil and vinegar, I ate it in small bites.

really tasty.

I wonder what Tang and Song are doing now?
Are you eating xiaolongbao too?

By the time she finished breakfast, dawn had broken.

The fog also thinned out a bit.

I just got back upstairs.

"Ring ring—" The cell phone suddenly rang.

Aunt Wang Aijuan

Qiuqiu quickly answered the phone, "Hello? Aunt Wang."

Wang Aijuan was one of the few old neighbors her mother had a fairly good relationship with, and she was also Gao Junfeng's mother.

Immediately afterward, Aunt Wang's anxious voice came through the receiver: "Qiuqiu! There's something... I need to tell you..."

"What is it, Aunt Wang? Please tell me."

"Actually, your mom didn't want me to tell you, but I thought about it and decided you should know anyway." Aunt Wang's voice was hesitant. "Your mom... she's in the hospital now."

"What's up with her?"

Qiuqiu's hand holding the phone trembled suddenly, but her voice remained strangely calm, even indifferent.

Wang Aijuan continued, "Yesterday...yesterday when they went to protest, they got into a fight with the developer's people. Your mother was pushed down and hit the back of her head on the ground, bleeding a lot. But don't worry, the doctor said they checked it and there's nothing seriously wrong, just a mild concussion."

Qiuqiu frowned deeply and asked in confusion, "Protect your rights? What rights?"

"It's all because of that apartment in Harmony Residence!"

"What house?"

"Oh dear, your mother didn't tell you about this?" Wang Aijuan sighed and explained the whole story.

More than two years ago, when Qiuqiu was a junior in college, her mother, Li Meihua, used most of her life savings to buy a small apartment in the new district of Chengdu in cash.

The house was supposed to be handed over in March of this year, but the developer has been delaying it again and again with various excuses.

It wasn't until recently that the news suddenly came out.

The developer's cash flow dried up, leading to bankruptcy and the project becoming a complete failure.

Li Meihua and other homeowners have been trying to find ways to protect their rights.

Just yesterday, they went to the developer's company to protest with banners, and that's when the unexpected happened.

Wang Aijuan paused, her tone becoming somewhat troubled: "...Qiuqiu, you see, I only came here in a hurry, and I don't have much money on me. Shouldn't you... come back as soon as possible?"

Qiuqiu remained silent for a long time after listening to what was said on the other end of the phone.

He whispered, "Aunt Wang, I'll transfer some money to you later. I'll go back tomorrow."

"Oh, that's not what I meant, there's no need..."

"It's alright, Aunt Wang. I'll hang up now and go check the tickets."

hang up the phone.

Qiuqiu pursed her lips, expressionless, and opened WeChat, transferring 20,000 yuan to Wang Aijuan.

Although she had only recently graduated, she had managed to save some money through her income from freelance work, coupled with the high salary from Songmei Apparel.

Put down the phone.

Qiuqiu sighed, her gaze lost in thought.

The old, dilapidated apartment they lived in in Chengdu had always been rented.

Over the years, my mother has been very frugal and has never been willing to buy a house.

As a result, when housing prices continued to rise, she bought at the peak and ended up making a mistake.

What puzzled her was why that woman, who had been stingy her whole life, would suddenly be willing to spend so much money to buy a house in the new district in full.

Moreover, as far as she knew, her father's death compensation had been kept by her mother in a bank fixed deposit account.

So, that money probably went down the drain too.

Thinking about this, she felt a little ironic.

When her grandmother was hospitalized and needed medical expenses, her mother couldn't bear to spend the money to try to save her.

Now look what's happened! I've inexplicably ended up in an unfinished building, and it's gone just like that.

Is this retribution?

Tears streamed down my cheeks without me even realizing it, feeling cool to the touch.

(End of this chapter)