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Chapter 725 Tang and Song Dynasties, Goodnight (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The warm and spacious bedroom was so quiet that you could hear the wind outside the window.

Tang and Song dynasties put an end to those fleeting thoughts about the future.

Looking at his female classmate, who was nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, so real and vibrant, his gaze softened even more.

He stepped forward, pointed to the large bed behind him, and said softly, "Don't just stand there like an idiot, come and lie down on the bed and rest for a while."

He could see that Zhang Yan's eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept well last night.

“I…” Zhang Yan hesitated, looking at him and then at the large bed covered with high-quality gray silk bedding. Her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, and she dared not go forward.

That bed looked so soft, so expensive, and most importantly… it was his bed, it must have been covered in his scent.

This was even more unsettling for her than when he kissed her cheek in the car earlier.

Seeing her like this, Tang Song chuckled and said, "What? Are you afraid I'll do something bad to you?"

"No! No, no!" She quickly shook her head in denial, afraid that he would misunderstand.

Perhaps to prove she wasn't afraid, Zhang Yan mustered her courage and quickly went to the bedside.

But looking at the spotless bedding that exuded a faint fragrance, she hesitated, standing there at a loss, unsure whether to sit down or lie down.

Tang Song went to the built-in bar next to him to pour himself a glass of warm water, turned around, and was about to speak.

Zhang Yan seemed startled by his action. She quickly took off her slippers, darted to the innermost part of the bed, pulled the soft quilt over herself, and wrapped herself up from head to toe.

Finally, she peeked out from under the covers with a pair of nervous eyes, secretly watching him.

Tang Song was completely amused by her adorable appearance.

He placed the water glass on the bedside table and stopped trying to scare her. "You should get some rest."

Tang Song bent down slightly, looking at her delicate face, and said in a very soft voice, "After such a long flight, you'll have more energy to play later. It's Monday, and I have some emails to deal with. If you're a light sleeper and don't like the sound of your keyboard, I'll go to the study?"

"No need, I'm not afraid of noise." Zhang Yan quickly spoke from under the covers, her voice soft and sweet, "Ju Zi calls in my ear every day, but she can't wake me up."

"Hehe, okay, then I'll stay here with you." Tang Song looked at her bright, clear almond-shaped eyes, hesitated for a moment, then leaned down and gently kissed her smooth, full forehead. "Sleep now."

Zhang Yan was stunned.

By the time she realized what was happening, he had already walked to the office area by the window not far away, taken off his coat, and was sitting down at the expensive-looking computer desk, wearing only a simple sweater.

Quiet, yet focused.

Zhang Yan, lying on the bed, felt the incredibly comfortable mattress beneath her, and only then did she belatedly begin to have some thoughts.

Quietly observe this spacious, luxurious bedroom that exudes sophistication.

This place is much bigger than the small apartment she rented in Guangzhou.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a separate walk-in closet, and an office area filled with equipment she couldn't understand...

She secretly glanced at Tang Song's back again.

He sat there, wearing headphones, standing tall and focused intently on the screen.

I watched his figure, lay on his bed, and covered myself with a blanket that carried his clean scent.

Zhang Yan's cheeks were burning, and her gaze was slightly unfocused.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that she seemed to be... really living with him.

Just like an ordinary couple.

He was working, while she was resting.

This feeling of warmth, which made her feel flustered yet incredibly attached, enveloped her tightly.

A wave of physical fatigue washed over me.

My eyelids gradually felt heavy.

She was so excited and nervous last night that she didn't fall asleep until almost midnight, and she got up at around 5 a.m.

She had been supported by a belief, and now she had finally arrived at her destination and even found a place to stay.

Once that tension eased, the weariness became uncontrollable.

Amid the soft tapping of the keyboard, her breathing gradually became even and long.

Once he felt the gaze finally disappear, Tang Song took off his headphones.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the figure on the bed who was already fast asleep.

She curled up in the soft blankets, only her dark chestnut hair peeking out, her breathing steady, completely letting down her guard.

Tang Song watched this scene quietly, and his restless heart calmed down as well.

A strange sense of security welled up inside me.

Youth comes only once, and can never be relived.

He also felt a complex mix of emotions about that bygone past, which he had once considered mediocre.

The white moonlight who looked up at the starry sky with me amidst a sea of ​​questions, and the female classmate who used ten years of silent time to depict his back.

These two people always evoke his most direct memories and aversions of youth.

A gentle smile curved his lips.

I looked away, put on my Bluetooth headphones, and stared at the computer screen.

Today is Monday, June 12th.

It was also the first day he was officially announced as the global CEO of [Xuanji Guangjie].

While he was at the airport picking up Zhang Yan, the headquarters of [Tangyi Precision] and the global branch of [Xuanji Light Realm] simultaneously issued this highest-level personnel appointment notice, personally signed by Ouyang Xian Yue.

At that moment, his dedicated work email inbox was flooded with messages.

Of course, it will take some time before he officially assumes his new post.

Before that, he had to complete several crucial "preparatory tasks":
First and foremost, you need to familiarize yourself with the complex project system and personnel structure within the [Xuanji Light Realm].

Secondly, I'll go to New York.

He had to see Secretary Kim in person.

Regardless of the in-depth collaboration he will have with Ouyang Xian Yue in the [Xuanji Light Realm] that follows.

Whether it's the upcoming birthday trip to Paris with Su Yu, it all feels like recklessly testing the limits of that financial empress's minefield.

This trip to New York was less of a performance review and more of a necessary act of appeasement.

Otherwise, Secretary Kim might really explode.

……

In the afternoon.

Yunxi Building, Songmei Apparel, Design Center.

The studio was very warm, making people feel drowsy.

Yao Lingling stood in front of a corkboard covered with various fabric samples and inspiration images, her brow furrowed.

Dozens of design sketches were scattered on the table, all depicting styles of winter coats and sweaters.

Ultimately, fashion design relies on inspiration.

The explosive popularity of 【合衣】's first item, the urban functional windbreaker, certainly gave her ample confidence and prestige.

But it also means that her next work will be scrutinized by countless eyes under a magnifying glass.

Tremendous stress.

She always felt that her designs were still missing something…

Could it be... that life has been too comfortable lately, lacking excitement?
Wait a minute, when I was having a back-to-back one-on-one fight with my senior in the office, it was super exciting!

As if she had thought of something, her face flushed, and she subconsciously touched her buttocks.

"Buzzing—"

Her phone suddenly vibrated, interrupting her reverie.

A WeChat message popped up.

[Su Yu's April: "Miss Lingling, when will the winter clothes from [Heyi] be released? I can't wait to wear our new clothes, especially the ones you designed yourself!"]

Upon seeing the message about this "cyber rival," Yao Lingling pursed her lips and replied: "I might have to wait a bit longer; I've been experiencing a bit of a creative block lately."

[Su Yu's April: "(zudo) Okay then, good luck! I'm really looking forward to it."]

[Su Yu's April: (Su Yu making a heart shape with her hands emoji)]

Yao Lingling looked at the emoji, winked mischievously, and suddenly felt playful.

I've been under a lot of work pressure lately, and my brain is all messed up. It'll be good to relax by teasing this role-playing "fake Su Yu".

Hehe! You love to act, don't you? Watch how I add more drama to your story!

She typed quickly: "By the way, Su Yu, I saw the trending topics a couple of days ago. It said that you have temporarily suspended all commercial activities and public appearances? Many media outlets are speculating whether you have been under some kind of external pressure."

A moment later, the other party replied.

[Su Yu's April: "Yeah, I've been under so much pressure lately, I feel like I'm about to be driven crazy by someone _(:з」∠)_"]

Wow! You've actually gotten into character, haven't you?
Yao Lingling's mischievous smile deepened: "(#worried), then you should take good care of yourself. By the way, big star, can you do me a small favor? Our Songmei Apparel is going to undergo a complete upgrade and become a fashion group, right? We're planning to open offline flagship stores in first-tier cities and are looking for a spokesperson. You're so powerful, and you're a major shareholder of Tangzong Entertainment, could you help us connect with Xiao Meiqi from the Echo group? Could you give us an insider discount?"

Her words were half true and half false. The comprehensive expansion strategy of [Songmei Apparel] has indeed begun, and General Manager Gao has been extremely busy lately.

Finding a spokesperson is also in the plan, but with a limited budget, we definitely can't afford a top celebrity.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The other party replied almost instantly.

[Su Yu's April: "Wow! You guys actually have such a big plan! You even need a spokesperson? Then just let me do it, why bother with Xiao Meiqi?"]

(￣ω￣(￣ω￣〃(￣ω￣〃)ゝ

Yao Lingling almost burst out laughing when she saw the message.

Goodness, that's quite a boast!

She continued teasingly, "Okay, okay! Then... Miss Su Yu, could you give me a friendly discount?" [Kitten rubbing hands.gif]

Su Yu's April: "Free!"

[Yao Lingling: "It's a deal! [Panda head high five.gif]"]

[Su Yu's April: "I'm going to Yancheng this weekend. How about we talk in person? By the way, doesn't your company have a designer named Qiuqiu?"]

Yao Lingling's heart skipped a beat.

Qiuqiu? How would she know Qiuqiu?
Yao Lingling: "Yes, Qiuqiu is my roommate. We share an apartment."

[Su Yu's April: "That's great! We're also online friends, and I was planning to meet her anyway. If you don't mind, could I invite you to your home?"]

Yao Lingling stared at her phone, utterly speechless.

Goodness, you've got a whole script, a series of elaborate schemes, huh?

I think your trip to Yancheng to see me and Qiuqiu was a pretense. You really just wanted to get in touch with our company's employees, shamelessly pester us to come visit, and then meet up with us in person this April, which you've been dreaming of!

Pah! Shameless!

Yao Lingling: "Okay, as long as you dare to come, I'll personally arrange everything for you."

[Su Yu's April: "It's a deal! [Panda head high five.gif]"]

Looking at this almost magical chat log, Yao Lingling chuckled and casually tossed a screenshot into the roommate group chat.

The comment read: "Family members, do you remember that weird netizen I mentioned before, who loved role-playing and impersonating Su Yu? Guess what? She's coming to meet us in real life!"

Now, Qiuqiu has also been pulled into the roommate group by Lingling.

All four of them lived in Beicheng Garden Community. She and Qiuqiu lived in Building 4, while Minmin and Jiahong lived in Building 6.

[Li Shumin: "Holy crap, this is hilarious! Whose subordinate is this, daring to impersonate my idol! @Lingling, if she really dares to come, you absolutely have to call me. I want to see what she looks like, she's such a braggart!"]

[Zhang Jiahong: "Hahaha, Lingling, you're teasing her again, aren't you? This is definitely a joke."]

[Li Shumin: "We'll add her to the group later. If she's too scared to come, we'll tag her in the group and mock her mercilessly!"]

...

I chatted and complained with my friends in the group for a while.

Lingling felt that the creative block she had been struggling with had eased considerably.

I stretched and stepped out of the design center.

As soon as I turned the corner, I saw a familiar figure walking towards me from the direction of the conference room.

White undershirt, black pencil pants.

It accentuated her long, shapely legs, making them exceptionally sexy.

Her long, orange-brown hair was casually tied into a high ponytail, swaying gently with her steps, exuding both a dashing and unique charm.

"Qiuqiu!" Lingling quickened her pace, came to her side, and affectionately put her arm around her slender waist. "Did you see the message I posted in the group?"

Qiuqiu nodded, a slightly embarrassed expression appearing on her cool face: "Yes, I saw it. I... I didn't tell you before, but I do know 'Su Yu's April'."

"It's nothing, it's not a big deal." Lingling tilted her head and said with a grin, "I just think it's hilarious. I've never seen such a shameless person. She really identified with Su Yu herself."

She pinched Qiuqiu's arm and teased, "But speaking of which, our QQ's figure and temperament really do resemble Su Yu's. When she really comes, you should cosplay the real Su Yu on the spot and give her a surprise!"

Qiuqiu pursed her lips but didn't say anything.

Because of their shared interests, she and "Su Yu's April" got along quite well. The two often chatted online about music and painting, and she even confided some of her thoughts about the Tang and Song dynasties to her.

She could understand the other person's act of impersonating an idol; she probably really loved Su Yu to death.

Just like myself, I've fantasized countless times about what kind of story could happen between me and Su Yu.

The two walked side by side to the work area where the brand department was located.

After Qiuqiu sat down, she asked in a low voice, seemingly casually, "Lingling, why didn't President Tang come to the company today?"

Lingling paused for a moment, then casually replied, "Senior will be away for the next two or three days. He said a friend of his is coming from out of town and he wants to personally receive him."

"Oh."

Qiuqiu responded softly and nodded.

The disappointment on his face did not escape Lingling's eyes.

Lingling sighed inwardly.

Of course, she could see that Qiuqiu had unusual feelings for Tang Song.

But senior... he's a genuine ultimate sea king!
It's no longer a matter of juggling multiple relationships; he might as well be the ocean himself.

How could a girl as aloof and pure as Qiuqiu possibly resist a "scumbag" like her senior?

They'll probably be eaten alive, leaving not even bones behind.

Lingling's mind began to conjure up all sorts of strange images uncontrollably.

What if... what if one day my senior suddenly decides to show up at our shared apartment...

Then on the sofa in the living room…on the rocking chair on the balcony…even in my and Qiuqiu's room…

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Yao Lingling's cheeks flushed red instantly.

She subconsciously looked down at her small A-cup breasts, which were slightly heaving under her bra…

She couldn't help but steal a glance at Qiuqiu's breathtakingly large D-cup, which was encased in a tight-fitting undershirt.

It's not scary to bump into someone; it's embarrassing if the smaller person is the one who gets hurt.

At that time... that would be practically a public execution!
……

Yanjing Tiancheng, large single-level apartment.

"Mmm—" accompanied by a low moan.

Zhang Yan opened her eyes groggily, her mind still a little foggy.

As the outline of the luxurious master bedroom gradually came into view, she suddenly realized what was happening and sat up in bed.

The chairs in the office area were empty, and the computers were closed.

In the spacious master bedroom, it was so quiet that you could only hear your own breathing.

She picked up her phone from the bedside table and checked the time; it was almost 3 p.m.!

She lost all sleepiness in an instant.

Oh my god! They had planned to go to the Agricultural University and go shopping this afternoon.

Although she didn't say it aloud, she was extremely looking forward to this "return to familiar places".

She looked around in a panic, but couldn't see that familiar figure.

She tentatively called out timidly towards the door, "Tang Song."

In the empty room, no one answered; only the faint echo of her own voice resounded.

She bit her lower lip, put on her slippers, and tiptoed out of bed.

She wanted to go outside to see where he was, but she was afraid that wandering around the house would be impolite and he might misunderstand.

After all, everything in his house looked very expensive.

Just as she was at a loss, her gaze inadvertently fell on the corner of the wall.

My suitcase is missing.

She looked around but couldn't find it.

Then, as if she had thought of something, she bit her lip and stepped to the door of the dressing room.

She leaned forward and cautiously peeked inside.

I was first dazzled by the rows of neatly hung haute couture suits and various designer clothes.

Then there was the slightly worn suitcase in the corner.

It lay quietly on the carpet, its opening wide open, and the contents inside were empty.

In the hanging area, her clothes were neatly hung up.

Did he tidy up for me?

An indescribable joy and sweetness instantly welled up in my heart.

She could imagine him taking each item out of the suitcase, carefully organizing and arranging them...

Immediately afterwards, a wave of indescribable shyness and trepidation washed over her.

Her underwear and pajamas were in the suitcase.

Zhang Yan quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at it again, and turned and hurriedly left the dressing room.

"Tang Song, I'm awake."

She shouted outside again, this time much louder than before.

But it's only equivalent to the "meow" of an orange cat when it's being affectionate, and it doesn't have any penetrating power at all.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally mustered up her courage and stepped outside.

Outside the master bedroom is a long corridor that connects to the living room.

Just as she stepped out of the master bedroom and reached the corner of the corridor—

"what!"

A low shout suddenly rang in her ear.

A tall figure leaped out from behind the wall around the corner without warning. "Ah—!"

Zhang Yan let out a short scream, her body instantly stiffening and staggering backward from extreme shock.

The next second, I fell into a warm and strong embrace.

Tang Song wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, letting out a soft, amused hum.
Zhang Yan is about 164 cm tall, which is about the same as Bai Yueguang's height.

But she was much thinner, and her breasts were much smaller.

It feels almost weightless when you hold it in your arms.

It's thin and slender, like a rare plant that needs to be carefully protected.

She wore no perfume, only the pure scent of toiletries and the faint fragrance of laundry detergent on her clothes, mixed with her unique aroma.

It smells good.

Tang Song couldn't resist leaning closer and gently sniffing her earlobe.

The warm breath touched her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

Zhang Yan's stiff body finally began to recover gradually.

Feeling Tang Song's intimate gesture and the warmth of his embrace, her cheeks burned frighteningly, and her heart pounded wildly.

"You...you...you scared me." Her voice was soft, still carrying a hint of lingering shock.

"Just kidding, don't be scared," Tang Song whispered in her ear with a chuckle. "Did you sleep well?"

"…Um."

"Shall we set off? Head to the Agricultural University first?"

"Ah."

Looking at his female classmate who was so sparing with words, Tang Song felt somewhat helpless.

He couldn't help but inhale her breath again before slowly releasing her.

"Let's go, go put your clothes on first."

Zhang Yan lowered her head, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, and followed him step by step back to the dressing room.

Tang Song took a pure white, simple, mid-length down jacket from the coat rack and handed it to her: "I have a clothing company in Yancheng. This is our company's new winter product. It's quite warm. Try it on."

Zhang Yan quickly reached out and took it, then obediently put it on.

Tang Song looked around and nodded in satisfaction: "Your skin is so white and smooth, it suits white very well."

Zhang Yan blushed again after being praised like that.

After packing their things, the two went to the entrance hall together.

Tang Song picked up his car keys and was about to open the door when he felt a gentle tug on the hem of his clothes.

He turned around and saw Zhang Yan looking down at him with her big, watery almond-shaped eyes, her eyes filled with a hesitant expectation.

Tang Song blinked and softened her voice, asking, "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"I..." Zhang Yan bit her lower lip, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "Should we... take the subway or... bus there?"

Tang Song paused for a moment, seemingly understanding her little scheme.

Without asking why, he casually tossed the Bentley car key back into the storage tray in the entryway with a clang.

Then, he took her slightly cool little hand and held it tightly in his palm.

"Great! It's been a while since I've ridden in one."

The door opened, and the two went out.

Zhang Yan lowered her head, but her eyebrows and eyes curved involuntarily, like a small crescent moon.

Starting from junior high school.

She had fantasized countless times about the day when she could be with him, starting from somewhere, taking a rickety bus, and wandering around somewhere else.

What would be an ordinary thing for others was the most extravagant dream of her entire youth.

She hadn't expected that she would only ask a question in a low voice, with a bit of boldness.

He agreed without hesitation.

He's still as good as ever.

The two went downstairs, walked through the quiet garden of the residential area, and arrived at the bus stop outside.

The platform was not crowded on Monday afternoon, and the air was chilly.

They stood shoulder to shoulder like countless other ordinary couples waiting for a bus, neither of them speaking, yet the atmosphere was unusually warm.

A few minutes later.

The bus slowly pulled up.

Tang Song led her to the car after swiping his card with a "beep".

There were plenty of empty seats on the bus, so he pulled her to sit side by side in the last row.

The bus slowly started moving and entered the traffic.

The carriage was heated, so it was very warm.

Outside the window, the city street scene is gray and hazy.

Shops, pedestrians, and traffic lights were all moving backward at a uniform speed.

Zhang Yan leaned against the window, looking at the scenery outside, the blush on her cheeks never fading.

She could clearly smell his scent.

She could feel the subtle contact between his legs and hers, and the constant warmth emanating from his palms.

She finally couldn't resist and secretly turned her head to quickly glance at his profile out of the corner of her eye.

He happened to turn around at that moment, and their deep gazes met in the air.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned her head to look out the window, pretending to be seriously looking at the scenery.

But the translucent earlobes were already completely red.

Tang Song chuckled softly, his fingers gently caressing her palm as he looked out the window.

The afternoon was peaceful and slow.

Troubled.

……

After changing buses once, the two finally got off the bus in front of the East Campus of Yancheng Agricultural University more than half an hour later.

Standing in front of the stone tablet with the school's name engraved in gold, Zhang Yan exhaled a long breath of white air.

Returning to this land that holds four years of her youthful memories, the shyness and restraint on her face gradually faded away, replaced by a sense of relaxation and warmth.

"Go this way."

She pointed and led him through the side gate into the campus, a place he seemed to know all too well.

The campus in winter has a desolate yet tranquil beauty.

The bare branches of the London plane tree are intertwined.

The main road is wide and clean, with slightly old red brick teaching buildings and dormitories on both sides.

Occasionally, groups of two or three students would ride past them on bicycles or electric bikes, their bells jingling.

The air was filled with a scent that blended scholarly atmosphere with youthful energy.

"That's where I used to take the most professional courses, the No. 3 teaching building."

She pointed to an old building not far away, covered with withered vines, her tone tinged with excitement.

"And over there, in girls' dormitory building number 3, I live in the room at the far east end on the second floor."

The two walked on campus

Zhang Yan gradually became more talkative, and even began to take the initiative to introduce herself to Tang Song.

From which window in the cafeteria has the best food, to which spot in the library is the quietest; from which teacher's class is the most interesting, to the chubby stray cat on campus that all the students feed...

She spoke fluently, her voice clear and bright, her face radiating a captivating charm.

Tang Song didn't interrupt; he just listened and watched quietly.

He felt as if he were with her, reliving her college days.

Unbeknownst to them, the two found themselves on a path lined with tall trees on both sides.

The setting sun finally peeked out from behind the thick clouds, its golden rays filtering through the bare branches and casting their golden glow.

The light bathed the girl's profile, which held a faint smile, and a gentle breeze ruffled her soft, chestnut-brown collarbone-length hair.

"Zhang Yan." He suddenly stopped and called her softly.

Zhang Yan turned around and looked at him with some confusion: "W-what's wrong?"

Those clear almond-shaped eyes sparkled with lingering excitement, carrying an innocent and unguarded quality.

Tang Song didn't answer, but just smiled, raised his phone, opened the camera, and pointed the lens at her.

Zhang Yan's expression faltered slightly, and she immediately understood what he was about to do.

She raised her hand and hurriedly smoothed her wind-blown hair.

Then, she straightened up, her hands nervously unsure of where to go, and finally awkwardly stuffed them into the large pockets of the pure white down jacket.

She looked at his camera, her eyes filled with barely concealed nervousness and shyness.

"Click——"

The image was frozen in time.

……

As the light gradually faded, the lights in the teaching building began to come on.

Students, chatting and laughing, poured out of the building after class, bringing a brief burst of noise to the quiet campus.

Tang Song led Zhang Yan against the flow of people, strolling along the empty corridor as she quietly recounted the stories of the place.

Afterwards, he pulled her into a random lecture hall and slipped her into an unimportant elective class.

Their appearance, especially Tang and Song's outstanding looks and temperament, immediately shocked the students.

The girls in the front row started turning around frequently, pretending to check the time or pick something up, but actually secretly sizing him up with their bright eyes.

Whispers, like a gentle breeze rustling through wheat fields, quietly spread through the classroom.

Soon, some daring girls took out their phones, pretending to take selfies, but actually secretly pointing the camera at the back row.

Being in the midst of it all, Zhang Yan wished she could hide herself completely, yet she also felt a strange sense of happiness and secret joy.

The class period passed quickly.

As I stepped out of the teaching building, night had completely fallen.

The streetlights on campus cast a dim, yellowish glow, stretching the two people's shadows long and thin on the ground.

Zhang Yan took him to eat the best clay pot potato noodles in the cafeteria.

A rich, milky broth, chewy potato noodles, topped with golden bean curd sheets, vibrant green vegetables, and quail eggs, all drizzled with a generous spoonful of the restaurant's secret, bright red chili oil…

Spicy and flavorful, it warms you up on a cold winter night.

After a warm dinner, the two stepped into the cold winter night once again.

I took a bus to a large shopping mall nearby.

Tang Song took her straight into Huawei's flagship store and bought her the latest Huawei Mate 60, along with matching noise-canceling headphones and a tablet.

He personally helped her import those precious data from her old phone to her new phone, bit by bit.

Zhang Yan was very obedient and did not refuse his kindness and gifts.

She blushed and obediently followed him, listening to him introduce these latest electronic products that she had never encountered before.

After browsing the electronics store, the two went to a large bookstore nearby.

Under the warm light, they flipped through the books that smelled of ink together, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones, as if they had returned to the quiet times of studying in the library during their university days.

……

When they boarded the bus back to Yanjing Tiancheng, it was nearly 10 p.m.

In the spacious, single-level apartment, the lighting was soft, and it was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.

After washing up, Tang Song changed into a comfortable silk nightgown, leaned against the headboard, and casually flipped through a book.

Looking at Zhang Yan, who was still wearing a sweater and standing awkwardly in the middle of the bedroom.

He laughed and said, "It's late, aren't you going to sleep?"

"No, no...sleep...I'll sleep..." Zhang Yan's voice was barely audible.

"Then why aren't you going to change your clothes right away?"

"Oh."

Like a robot controlled by instructions, Zhang Yan mechanically turned around and walked into the walk-in closet, which resembled a luxury boutique.

She looked at the magnificent surroundings, but still felt a little uneasy.

She opened the door to her wardrobe and saw the pajamas that he had personally hung in the most conspicuous place.

This is the one she bought on a whim before coming to Yancheng.

With delicate lace trim, it's a little sexy.

She had never worn clothes like this before.

She glanced at the door of the dressing room to make sure he hadn't followed her, then blushed and nervously took off her clothes.

I gritted my teeth and took off my bra as well.

With her back to the door, she quickly slipped on the soft, smooth pajamas.

She looked down and her cheeks turned even redder.

This outfit... it feels... a bit revealing.

Especially if you don't wear a bra, you can even see the outline of your chest.

She dared not go out and paced anxiously back and forth.

A moment later, footsteps sounded at the door.

"Zhang Yan, are you still not changed? Can't you find it?"

"Okay, all changed!"

She patted her burning cheeks, looked at herself in the mirror, and pulled her collar up as high as she could, but still couldn't cover anything up. Only then did she reluctantly walk out.

Tang Song's gaze fell directly on her.

This was the first time he had ever seen Zhang Yan so revealing.

For this usually conservative and introverted female classmate, this must be her most daring outfit ever.

Under the dim, warm glow of the nightlight, her delicate face was flushed with a charming blush of shyness, and her moist skin looked as if it could be pinched to release moisture.

Her collarbones were delicate and well-defined, and her fair skin was faintly visible beneath the slightly drooping neckline.

The nightgown accentuated her slender yet shapely figure.

The contradictory beauty of that pure yet youthful sensuality made Tang Song's breath catch in his throat slightly.

He slowly approached her.

Zhang Yan nervously pursed her lips, instinctively hugged herself with her arms, and her toes curled up uneasily.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

Tang Song simply reached out, his slender fingers threading through her soft hair and gently brushing behind her blushing ears.

Zhang Yan let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"Shall we go to sleep?"

"Um…"

She nodded almost imperceptibly, then lowered her head, quickly ran to the other side of the bed, lifted the covers, and crawled inside.

Then she immediately rolled over, curled up into a ball, and turned her back to him.

Tang Song couldn't help but smile.

He did have desires, but he had more patience and pity for Zhang Yan.

I didn't want to rush things and ruin her carefully nurtured, ten-year-late, pure love.

This feeling is like being in a real, innocent romance, full of excitement and unknown sweetness.

"clatter--"

The main light was turned off, leaving only a dim yellow night light in the corner.

The bedroom fell into quiet darkness.

Tang Song lay down on the bed and pulled back the same blanket.

In the darkness, he could clearly hear her rapid, suppressed breathing and feel the tension in her body.

After hesitating for a moment, he moved to the middle of the bed.

Tang Song reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her slender shoulders from behind.

Zhang Yan froze, but didn't dare to move.

He gently turned her small body, wrapped in the blanket, over so that she was facing him.

In the darkness, Zhang Yan's bright, star-like almond-shaped eyes were wide open.

It was filled with panic and tension.

Tang Song lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against hers.

Their noses almost touched.

He could feel her trembling eyelashes brushing against his skin.

Then, a gentle kiss landed on her cheek.

Goodnight, Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan's eyes trembled violently.

Looking at him so close, feeling his presence.

The heart that was about to leap out of my chest suddenly calmed down.

She slightly raised her head, closed her eyes, and awkwardly returned his kiss on the cheek.

Their lips and teeth met, their eyes and brows intertwined.

I love you, year after year.

Goodnight, Tang and Song.

(End of this chapter)