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Chapter 722 Yancheng, Yancheng

November 11, 2023, Monday, cloudy, -5~0℃.

5:30 in the morning.

Room 2202, Lanfeng International Luxury Apartment.

The biological clock punctually woke Tang and Song from their sleep.

Using the dim light of the corner lamp, he turned his head and looked at Xu Qing, who was still fast asleep beside him.

She kicked the soft silk quilt up to her waist, her curvaceous body radiating warmth in the cool air.

She curled up on her side like an unsuspecting little animal, a glistening drool still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

He was muttering something incoherently to himself.

Tang Song couldn't help but chuckle. He bent down and gently wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips, then pulled up the soft blanket to cover her body completely.

She tiptoed into the living room.

The heavy electric curtains slowly opened.

Outside the window, Yancheng was still asleep in a deep, dark hue on this winter morning, with only the distant streets lit by scattered streetlights.

After doing a few simple stretching exercises, Tang Song changed into sportswear, put on headphones, and went straight to the empty gym downstairs in his apartment building.

Cold medical equipment, rhythmic breathing, sweat soaking the hair on the forehead...

6: 10.

He dialed Liu Qingning's video call on time.

"Deng deng deng-"

The phone rang for a moment, and then the video call was connected.

"morning."

Liu Qingning's pure and lovely oval face appeared on the screen.

Tang Song smiled knowingly, "Good morning, you look great today, you seem to be glowing."

“I met up with some college classmates over the weekend. Also, my college advisor, Professor Wang Chang, came to Shenzhen and will be joining Qingning Technology.” Liu Qingning’s tone was filled with excitement. “This weekend was very fulfilling, and I slept exceptionally well.”

"That's good." Tang Song looked at her increasingly radiant cheeks, then changed the subject, his tone becoming slightly teasing, "Move the camera back a bit, let me check if the rest of you are just as healthy."

"No." Liu Qingning immediately wrinkled her cute nose in alarm.

"Hurry up, move it a bit." Tang Song coaxed patiently, "I'll tell you about something big that's about to happen."

"What is it?" Her curiosity was immediately piqued.

"Move it."

Liu Qingning glared at him, both amused and annoyed, but ultimately couldn't resist his insistence and pulled her phone back a little.

The image on the screen instantly became white and large.

Bai Yueguang was only wearing a light purple sports bra, the fabric barely covering her E-cup breasts, revealing her deep cleavage.

"Alright, tell me, what is it?" She crossed her arms and tried to look fierce.

Tang Song smiled mysteriously, "You'll receive an email when you go to the company today, and you'll find out then."

"You little rascal, Song! You've fooled me again!" Liu Qingning angrily pointed at him with her finger.

He immediately switched the video call to voice mode.

The screen went dark, leaving only her slightly reproachful voice.

And so, the two of them, separated by two thousand kilometers, began their morning exercise via voice call.

Thirty minutes later.

Tang Song finished his workout, wiping his sweat with a towel as he took the elevator upstairs.

"I think that most of the current applications in the AR field are still at the level of information presentation and simple interaction. There hasn't been a real blockbuster because there is a lack of a powerful 'content generation engine'. What users need may not just be an AR browser, but a creative tool that can respond to their imagination in real time."

"You mean, to deeply integrate AIGC's capabilities with AR's spatial computing capabilities? To allow users not only to see virtual information, but also to directly create virtual scenes and objects?"

"Exactly."

……

Over the phone, his conversation with Liu Qingning had shifted from everyday matters to their professional field.

Today is Monday, which is also the day of his official announcement as the global CEO of [Xuanji Guangjie].

According to the procedure, all employees of the company will receive an appointment email after starting work.

As the person in charge of the core partner, Qingning Technology, Liu Qingning would naturally find out soon.

Tang Song is really looking forward to seeing what kind of adorable expression Bai Yueguang will have when she sees the news.

Back in the apartment, I took off my sweat-soaked clothes.

After taking a quick hot shower, I dried myself off.

Liu Qingning's morning exercise had just ended.

The two said "goodbye" and hung up the phone.

Tang Song's ears twitched, and he vaguely heard a slight rustling sound coming from outside.

He raised an eyebrow and a smile appeared on his lips.

Barefoot and with light footsteps, they quietly approached the east-facing bedroom.

Then, he suddenly leaned forward.

Then I saw Xu Qing, wearing a white spaghetti strap nightgown and with her hair in pigtails, clinging to the door frame like a gecko, her little hands gripping the door sill, her ears perked up, desperately eavesdropping towards the living room.

"what--!"

When Xu Qing suddenly saw Tang Song's tall figure appear before her, she was so frightened that she let out a short scream and instinctively tried to close the door.

But Tang Song was faster than her.

He simply blocked the door with his hand, stepped inside, slammed the door shut with a "bang," and locked it from the inside.

"What are you doing, sneaking around like that?" Tang Song was naked, water droplets dripping from his slightly damp hair and slowly sliding down his well-defined abdominal muscles.

Xu Qing's brain went blank for a full three seconds.

First, she swallowed hard at the sight of Tang Song's incredible physique, then subconsciously glanced at a certain indescribable area beneath him.

His face flushed bright red, almost as if it were about to bleed.

"You...why aren't you wearing any clothes! Pervert! Exhibitionist!" She tried to turn the tables and get away with it.

The little hands covered their eyes, but the gaps between their fingers honestly remained open.

"Oh?" Tang Song approached step by step, cornering her against the wall. Looking down at her big, bright eyes, he chuckled, "Shouldn't you explain why you were eavesdropping on my phone call?"

"I...I didn't eavesdrop..." Xu Qing stubbornly argued, "I...I was just passing by! Yes! I just got up and was about to go to the toilet."

"Really?" Tang Song reached out, pinched her chubby cheeks, and pulled them apart. "You still dare to lie? It seems I have to teach this ignorant little maid a lesson."

"No! Don't spank me!" Xu Qing's eyes widened in fright, and she covered her back with her hands.

Tang Song simply picked her up and carried her in his arms.

She pressed her hand onto her thigh, lifted her nightgown, and gently patted her pert, round bottom.

"Snapped--"

The sound is crisp and pleasant.

It was especially loud in the quiet bedroom.

"Damn it, you pervert! Ouch, that hurts!"

"Let me go, or I'll sue you for domestic violence!"

Miss Xu Qing kicked her limbs wildly in the air, uttering various cries of grief and indignation.

However, it was of no use.

"Snapped--"

"Waaaaah—, Yan Yan, save me."

Tang Song paused and stopped.

"Qingqing, don't you still owe me 160 spanks as punishment?"

"I just hit you four times, there are still 156 hits left! What's wrong? Do you want to finish it all at once?! I'm accusing you of abuse!"

"Do you want your punishment to be reduced?"

"I want to! How can I lose weight?" Xu Qing perked up instantly, her ears perking up.

Tang Song leaned close to her ear, his warm breath escaping as he whispered seductively, "Have your best friend take the punishment with you. That way, I can halve the punishment for you; you'll only have to endure 78 strokes in total."

Xu Qing's struggles stopped instantly.

She lay there blankly on Tang Song's lap, her big, dark eyes wide open.

And, and Yan Yan together... got spanked?
Two people side by side...

Xiao Songzi was standing at the back…

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

That scene...it was horrific! Absolutely inhuman!
How could I, Miss Xu Qing, possibly agree to such an absurd and ridiculous request?!

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!
Seeing her adorable face growing redder and redder, Tang Song chuckled softly.

He turned her over, pressed her onto the soft bed, and began to kiss her.

From the cheeks, eyes, down the neck, all the way down...

Xu Qing's body went limp instantly, and her breathing became rapid.

When she felt the edge of her panties being caught, she shuddered violently, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

Blushing, she protested, "Hey, hey, no... that won't do."

"You...you...ouch...I said it's not okay..."

(/ω＼)
However, that pitiful resistance was utterly fragile in the face of absolute power.

Xu Qing's body swayed slightly with his movements, but her mind was a complete mess. The suggestion that had just given her goosebumps was uncontrollably flashing through her mind.

Together with Yan Yan…

Sharing joys and sorrows... best friends forever...

This logic... seems... flawless, doesn't it?
Yesterday, under the influence of my best friend, I sent him some sexy photos of myself and Yan Yan from our university days.

As a result, at 9 p.m., Xiao Songzi made a surprise visit to Lanfeng International Apartment.

God knows what kind of hellish experience it is for an author who is passionately creating erotic fiction to suddenly be "researched" on the spot by the real-life male protagonist!

(つД`)ノ

Moreover, that guy Xiao Songzi is simply a monster.

With Miss Xu Qing's petite frame, if she were to bear all of his firepower alone...

I'm afraid he'll just give me a Game Over Bad Ending!

It's going to be completely ruined!
From the perspective of protecting oneself and reasonably distributing damage, it's better to bring over a tank with higher health and defense (C+ cup size) to share the brunt of the boss's AoE (area of ​​effect) damage...

It seems to be a very reasonable tactical choice.

Her powerful ability to fill in the blanks made the dizzy Miss Xu Qing feel as if fireworks were constantly exploding in her mind.

……

The night in Guangzhou had not yet completely faded.

Zhang Yan dragged her worn-out suitcase into Fangcun subway station.

The subway Line 1 train slowly started moving.

After 12 stops, transfer to Line 3.

As the morning rush hour crowds hurried along, I was squeezed into the slightly stuffy train carriage.

She stood in the corner, gripping the overhead handrail tightly with one hand and protecting her suitcase in front of her with the other, trying her best to maintain her balance in the swaying carriage.

I skipped from station to station, watching the route display screen.

The air gradually became murky, mixed with the smells of breakfast and various perfumes.

After getting off the subway, I walked a few hundred meters and finally arrived at Baiyun International Airport.

She took a deep breath and meticulously followed the tutorial she had looked up on her phone beforehand. She found the check-in counter, awkwardly checked in her luggage, and finally received the boarding pass that carried all her hopes.

The last time she came to Guangzhou from Beijing, she took a hard sleeper train for more than 20 hours.

This was the first time she had ever been on an airplane.

Nervousness is inevitable.

But more than anything, it was an irrepressible anticipation.

When she finally passed through security and sat on a cold chair in the waiting hall, there was still a long hour or so before boarding.

Outside the massive glass curtain wall, rows of silver-white airplanes, like elegant giant birds, take off and land.

She first sent a WeChat message to her mother to let her know she was safe.

Then, after hesitating for a long time, I finally clicked on the pinned chat box.

The message read: "I've arrived at the airport."

"Buzzing—"

[Tang and Song Dynasties: "Have you had breakfast?"]

Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly replied, "I've already eaten. I made the steamed buns and porridge myself."

Tang Song: "That's good. Be careful on the road. If you encounter any problems, just call me."

Zhang Yan: "Mmm (cat nodding emoji)"

Chatted a few more words.

Seeing Tang Song's seemingly ordinary concern, Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed.

She couldn't help but touch her slightly cool cheek with the back of her hand, and then gently pat her head.

I feel useless.

She had so much to say, but when she was in front of him, she became mute again.

She bit her lip, opened her WeChat Moments, and took a picture of the planes outside the waiting area window.

After thinking for a long time, I finally came up with a line of text:
"Pedestrians ward off the cold, roosting birds are startled by the chill. Southern branches turn towards warmth, northern branches find peace because of you. Farewell, Yancheng."

This time, she didn't create any groups or block anyone.

She just stared at the picture quietly, silently thinking: You'll see it, won't you?

This was the only way she could muster the courage to confess her feelings.

She also wrote this poem last night.

Just then, a WeChat message pop-up interrupted her thoughts.

It's a small group of "Romantic Trio" that has been dormant for a long time.

Cheng Xiaoyue: "@Zhang Yan, Yan Yan, are you going back to Yancheng? Today?"

Zhang Yan was taken aback, then quickly clicked on the familiar profile picture and replied immediately: "Yes, Xiaoyue, I'm going to Yancheng on a business trip for three days."

Cheng Xiaoyue: "That's great! I just resigned from my job in Hangzhou last month and came back to Yancheng to develop my career. Feifei is here too, so we can get together."

Looking at the chat interface of this small group of three, Zhang Yan's long-buried memories were instantly activated, and a heartfelt nostalgic smile appeared on her face.

She was certainly not alone during her university years.

This small group of three consisted of her two best friends whom she met in the literary society.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei.

They came together because they were both fascinated by poetry and various essays, and became friends.

They used to hang out together in secluded secondhand bookstores, and they also used to chat, read poetry, and daydream in the small woods at school.

However, after graduating from university, we eventually end up scattered all over the country.

Cheng Xiaoyue went to work as a content operator at an internet company in Hangzhou.

She went to the capital for her past love.

Lin Feifei, from the wealthiest family, stayed in Yancheng, running her family's small flower shop and living a peaceful life.

When she later moved to Guangzhou, they lost touch even more.

The last chat history in this group was at the beginning of the year, when we exchanged New Year's greetings.

It feels like just yesterday we waved goodbye downstairs at the dormitory, and now we're separated by mountains and rivers.

She snapped out of her reverie and replied in the group chat, "Okay."

Cheng Xiaoyue: "I'm currently unemployed, so I have flexible hours. Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?"

Zhang Yan quickly replied, "No need, no need, someone will answer me here."

[Cheng Xiaoyue: "Oh? Who is it? Do you recognize them after watching?"] Zhang Yan bit her lip, unsure how to reply, her face burning.

at this time.

"Buzzing—"

Lin Feifei: "I know, it's definitely a boy, and their relationship is more than just casual."

Cheng Xiaoyue: "Feifei, how did you know?"

[Lin Feifei: Screenshot of WeChat Moments.jpg]

[Lin Feifei: "The overall tone of this poem is adapted from the Tang Dynasty poet Liu Yuanzai's 'Early Plum Blossoms,' specifically the lines 'Southern branches face warmth, northern branches face cold; the same spring breeze brings two different experiences.' However, Yan Yan's line 'The northern branch finds peace because of you' is a clear confession. No matter how cold the place, because someone is there, one feels at ease. Is that the meaning? @Zhang Yan"]

Cheng Xiaoyue: "I was so focused on Yan Yan going back to Yancheng that I didn't read the script carefully. Oh, I see. Is she the one you had a crush on in college?"

After being publicly "punished" by her two friends, Zhang Yan's face turned bright red. After hesitating for a long time, she nervously typed out a few words: "I was just writing something casually."

Cheng Xiaoyue: "It took you so long to reply, I knew I was right. @Feifei, when we meet, I have to give her a thorough interrogation."

Lin Feifei: "I second that, I'm genuinely curious."

Zhang Yan's heart was pounding like a drum.

Her secret crush was actually noticed by many people around her.

She never admitted it, and always went to Yenching University of Science and Technology to see Tang and Song alone.

This small group of three became lively again due to their unexpected reunion.

As Zhang Yan deliberately avoided the topic, the conversation shifted to the recent situations of the three of them.

Lin Feifei continued to run her little flower shop, living a peaceful and contented life.

Meanwhile, Cheng Xiaoyue was frantically sending out resumes, complaining about the extremely competitive job market and venting about the bizarre people she encountered during interviews.

Chat with them.

Zhang Yan had even higher expectations for Yancheng.

"Ladies and gentlemen, passengers traveling to Yancheng, please take note..."

The announcement interrupted her thoughts.

Zhang Yan quickly said goodbye to her friends in the group chat, put away her phone, and followed the crowd toward the boarding gate.

They lined up to enter the cabin.

The plane accelerated and climbed on the runway, and finally, with a slight feeling of weightlessness, it broke free from the earth's grasp, pierced the clouds, and flew into the vast blue sky.

The familiar city of Guangzhou beneath my feet gradually shrank in my field of vision, eventually turning into a blurry gray-green patch of land.

Zhang Yan leaned against the small porthole, staring blankly at the scene.

This was the first time in her life that she had seen the place she had lived from God's perspective.

The clouds flowed like cotton wool beneath the wings, while the sunlight poured down unhindered from 10,000 meters above the ground, dazzling yet warm.

She closed her eyes, savoring the tranquility far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world.

A two-and-a-half-hour flight is neither long nor short.

She didn't watch a movie or listen to music; she just quietly gazed out the window at the boundless sea of ​​clouds.

Sometimes he pondered, sometimes he smiled.

As the plane began its slow descent, breaking through the clouds, her heart tightened with each passing moment.

Outside the window, the land, unique to the northern winter, gradually became clear.

The crisscrossing field ridges, the bare woods, the winding highway...

She's finally back.

The plane landed smoothly.

Zhang Yan put on the down jacket she had prepared in advance and walked out of the covered bridge with the flow of people.

The moment she stepped onto the land of Yancheng, a long-lost breath of fresh air instantly filled her nostrils.

Dry and cold.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

Those things have been sealed away by the dust of time.

About Yancheng, about the university, about his memories.

It's like the wind has swept away the dust, making things clearer little by little.

She wasn't particularly gifted in her studies, and despite giving it her all throughout her three years of high school, she only barely passed the second-tier university entrance exam.

He could have gone to an ordinary local university and spent four years living a peaceful life.

But that summer, she heard two pieces of news.

One was Liu Qingning, who became the top science student in the county and went to the far-off Imperial University.

Another reason was that his grades were not ideal, so he went to Yancheng University of Science and Technology.

They broke up.

This news led her to make an almost insane decision—to repeat a year of high school.

She overestimated her abilities, thinking that she would try again for another year and see if she could also get into Yenching University of Science and Technology, even if it was the least popular or most marginal major.

That year, she truly gave it her all.

The whole world lost its color, leaving only the black and white exam paper and the goal called Yancheng.

During her senior year winter break, she fell seriously ill due to overworking herself in her studies.

He developed a high fever and became delirious, so he was admitted to the hospital.

Her mother rushed back to Jingxian from Guangzhou to see her, bringing her a brand-new red cotton-padded coat and a white sweater, which looked very stylish.

It snowed the day I was discharged from the hospital.

She heard that the universities in Yancheng had already started their summer break.

For some inexplicable reason, she boldly went to the hair salon and dyed her hair the most fashionable chestnut color at the time.

Then he changed into his brand new red clothes and went to his house.

The snow in that alley makes a "crunch" sound when you step on it.

She walked back and forth.

She just wanted to see him again, like before, and exchange a few casual words with him, so that she could have more motivation to study during the more difficult years to come.

As it turned out, she really did wait for him.

He had changed a lot in the year since she last saw him. He had shed his youthful naiveté and become silent and reserved, with a deep look in his eyes that she couldn't understand.

But he didn't seem to recognize the girl with dyed hair and new clothes immediately.

She didn't dare to speak.

Just as he was about to step into his home, he turned back and gave her a deep look.

He recognized her.

He merely nodded slightly, then turned and disappeared behind the vermilion courtyard gate. (Chapter 517)
That day, after returning to her aunt's house, she buried herself in the blanket and cried for a very long time.

In the second semester of her senior year of high school, she continued to study without saying a word.

In the end, he was still more than ten points short and missed Yanke University of Science and Technology, so he could only go to Yancheng Agricultural University, which was not far from there.

But she wasn't too disappointed.

Because she could finally breathe the same air as him in the same city.

there.

She had seen him wolfing down his food with his roommates in the cafeteria; she had seen his focused profile as he listened attentively to lectures in the lecture hall; she had seen him borrowing textbooks from the library that she couldn't understand at all; she had seen him running silently on the playground at dusk; and she had also brushed past him many times in the night market outside the university…

Yancheng, Yancheng.

For her, it was never just a city.

That was a place she had barely managed to reach, a place where she could look at him, after using up an entire year of her youth and all her courage.

……

The sudden clamor in her ears surged like a tide, pulling Zhang Yan back to reality from that long memory.

She followed the flow of people and walked past a long corner.

The view ahead suddenly opened up.

Bright overhead lights, a high dome, crowds pouring in from all directions, and constant announcements and noise...

She stood there, looking at this vast and unfamiliar space, feeling momentarily lost and helpless.

Subconsciously, I stood on tiptoe, my gaze passing over the throng of people in front of me.

I searched diligently for his figure.

However, she is not tall, and her view is obstructed.

at this time.

A familiar voice called out in my ear: "Zhang Yan!"

She instinctively looked in the direction of the sound and saw the figure she had longed for day and night.

He was walking through the bustling crowd.

Wearing a simple dark gray cashmere coat, with a bright and warm smile on his face, he raised his arm high and waved vigorously in her direction.

Handsome and upright, gentle yet full of strength.

The hustle and bustle of the airport terminal and the crowds became a blurred and fluid backdrop.

Watching his figure.

Zhang Yan stopped in her tracks without realizing it.

My eyes suddenly became moist.

She quickly lowered her head shyly and pursed her lips tightly.

I tried to suppress the emotions that were about to burst forth, but I found that I simply couldn't.

His figure finally stopped in front of her.

A clean and pleasant scent, mixed with the aroma of winter sunshine, gently enveloped her.

She didn't dare to look up, but just stared at his clean leather shoes, her palms sweating with nervousness.

"Welcome back to Yancheng, Zhang Yan."

Before Zhang Yan could respond, a bouquet of vibrant red roses suddenly appeared before her.

Eleven stems, each blooming perfectly, with glistening water droplets on the petals, wrapped in elegant paper.

It was simple, yet extremely grand.

Zhang Yan suddenly raised her head.

She stared blankly at the bouquet of flowers in front of her, which almost flushed her cheeks.

Tang Song's gentle gaze fell on Zhang Yan's delicate face, filled with longing and a smile.

After a moment, he said softly, "Don't you like it?"

"I love it! I like it!"

Her voice was filled with panic, as if she was afraid he would take the flowers back.

She quickly reached out her slightly trembling hands and carefully accepted the first bouquet of roses in her life.

Tang Song leaned forward slightly, slowly approaching her.

She immediately lowered her head like a startled fawn, her cheeks almost buried in the fiery red petals.

Long eyelashes cast two shadows under the eyelids.

Returning to this familiar land and seeing the person she had missed day and night, all the feelings that had been buried deep in her heart for the past ten years, which she could not express, surged up like a tidal wave, making her so nervous that she could hardly breathe.

"What's wrong?" His warm breath brushed against the top of her head. "It's been over a month since we last met. Why do you seem so distant towards me? Could it be... that you've changed your mind in Guangzhou?"

"Ah!" Zhang Yan gasped, quickly raising her head and stammering, "I...no, I didn't, it's just..."

Tang Song chuckled and reached out to pull the heavy suitcase next to her.

"Then let's do something to show our appreciation."

"How...how do I express this?" Her tone was full of helplessness.

"kiss Me."

"what?"

Zhang Yan suddenly shrank back, looked at Tang Song, and then glanced at the bustling crowd around her.

Her cheeks, at a speed visible to the naked eye, changed from pink to a burning crimson, and she almost forgot to breathe.

Tang Song chuckled and didn't make things difficult for his shy female classmate any further.

He stepped forward and gently kissed her hot, delicate, and radiant cheek.

The scent emanating from her body was unique and pleasant.

Feeling the warm, soft touch on her cheek, Zhang Yan suddenly tightened her arms around the roses, and her whole body froze.

Immediately afterwards, a warm, large hand naturally took her cold hand in its grasp.

"Let's go, it's lunchtime, I'll take you to eat."

The crowd and the light and shadow began to recede, and she was led by him, listening to the pounding of her own heart, feeling dizzy.

I wandered through the huge airport terminal in a daze and arrived at the parking lot.

Until it stopped next to a white Bentley Continental with lines as elegant as a work of art.

She suddenly came to her senses, stood by the car, and hesitated to move.

Tang Song put the suitcase in the trunk, smiled, came to her side, and personally opened the passenger door for her.

He gently patted her back. "Get in the car, dear Zhang Yan. Do you want me to carry you in?"

"No, no!" Zhang Yan was startled and quickly sat down, her face flushed.

Her body sank instantly into the soft, supple leather seat. She pressed her legs together, clutching the bouquet of roses tightly in her hands, feeling awkward and uneasy.

The car door closed. Tang Song, however, did not start the car immediately.

A moment later, Zhang Yan secretly glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

But she found him staring at her with a smile on his face.

Zhang Yan's face flushed red again. She bit her lip and buried her head even lower.

Then, her warm breath approached, and she felt him come closer, his nose brushing against her hair.

"Ah..." Zhang Yan gasped softly, closing her eyes nervously, thinking he was about to kiss her again.

"Sizzle—" The sound of the seatbelt being pulled out rang out, and then it wrapped around her chest and the bouquet, tightening her body.

With a soft "click," the seatbelt buckle was locked.

Zhang Yan: "."

She was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear from the car immediately and find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Just then, a warm touch gently landed on her face.

She opened her eyes blankly, staring at him who was so close to her.

Accompanied by Tang Song's light laughter, the engine emitted a deep roar.

The car smoothly slid out of the parking space and merged into the flow of cars leaving the parking lot.

Inside the carriage, Su Yu's beautiful singing voice began to echo.

Zhang Yan was still in a state of dizziness from shame, tightly hugging the roses in her arms.

After a long while, her heartbeat gradually calmed down.

She turned her head to the side and secretly glanced at him.

What rushes past the window is the desolate yet bright winter scenery on the outskirts of Yancheng.

As he drove, his handsome profile shifted in the light and shadow, appearing focused and serene.

He has a straight nose, a well-defined jawline, and long, strong fingers gripping the steering wheel.

A deep, throbbing sensation rose in her heart.

Like soil moistened by the melting snow of early spring, it is soft with a slightly acidic coolness.

In Yancheng, I reunited with him.

She sat in the passenger seat, holding the flowers he had given her.

It felt like stepping into a fairy tale for adults.

(End of this chapter)