Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

Xinling smiled gently and stood up, saying:

"Wait a moment, I'll go get you a coat."

Taking out the coat she bought for Song Yang from the room, Xinling instructed him:

"Honey, drive carefully on the road."

"Do not worry."

Song Yang nodded, then leaned down and kissed Xinling on the cheek.

"I'll spend more time with you next time."

After seeing Song Yang into the elevator and watching the doors close, Xinling sighed softly.

The words Song Yang whispered in my ear the first time flashed through my mind:

“Xinling, actually I have more than just you as a woman. There may be more women in the future.”

"If you regret it..."

"I won't regret it!"

This was her own choice at the time, and something she had decided long ago.

No matter how many women are in Song Yang's life in the future, she will remain steadfastly by his side.

A bus stop outside Shanghai Railway Station.

Lightning flashed across the sky, thunder roared, and Fang Hui, dressed in only a thin layer of clothing, waited for Song Yang's arrival, her body trembling slightly.

It was really unlucky. After Fang Hui parted ways with Su Yunjin in the morning, she went straight to the train station.

Because I bought the ticket at the last minute, the only remaining train to Beijing, number 270, was the evening one. After buying the ticket, I spent the whole day at an internet cafe.

During this time, she naturally had video chats with Chen Xun, who was far away in Beijing, and then she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, it was raining heavily, so she had to brave the rain to go to a nearby supermarket to buy an umbrella.

Perhaps because it was my first time at an internet cafe, I was not careful enough. It wasn't until I was about to pay that I realized my wallet, phone, ID card, train tickets, and other items in my bag had all disappeared.

Although he is an adult in terms of age, he is still a student after all.

Upon discovering that her belongings had been stolen, Fang Hui felt as if the sky had fallen. She immediately borrowed the supermarket owner's phone to call Chen Xun.

She had only called two or three times without receiving a response, which made her feel even more lost and helpless.

Fortunately, besides remembering Chen Xun's phone number perfectly, she also remembered Song Yang's phone number.

All I can say is that the impression left by that night was so deep that, almost as if possessed, Fang Hui called Song Yang again.

Unlike Chen Xun, who did not respond, Song Yang arrived quickly, warming her body which was somewhat chilled from being soaked by the rain.

Just like before in Xitang, when I had a high fever, the other person was the first to carry me to the hospital for treatment.

Just as Fang Hui was reminiscing, a voice rang out:

"Fang Hui."

That's Song Yang's voice.

Fang Hui looked up and saw Song Yang walking towards her with an umbrella.

If this man were Chen Xun, she believed she would immediately rush into his arms for comfort.

Unfortunately, he was her best friend's boyfriend.

As for her boyfriend, he probably forgot his phone when he went out.

Chapter 88: Fang Hui's First Blood!

The next morning.

The rising sun casts its rays, which stream into the room through the clear glass windows.

This is a star-rated hotel not far from the train station, and yes, it's a double room.

Fang Hui slowly woke up, and as soon as she woke up, she felt someone behind her and was being held in the arms of the person behind her. She immediately froze.

Just as she mistakenly thought that the bad guys had succeeded and had opened her mouth to scream in surprise, the memories of last night flooded back like a tide.

From the moment Song Yang handed her his coat at the bus stop, to their arrival at this hotel, and finally, it was she who begged him to stay.

Images flashed through my mind, including the momentary pain and the two lines of tears that rolled down my cheeks.

She didn't know why things had turned out this way.

But looking back, it all seems so natural, as if everything fell into place effortlessly.

Fang Hui remembers very clearly how it all started: she felt cold because she had been caught in the rain, and Song Yang said he would take her to the hospital.

I refused because I didn't want to bother the other party like I did last time.

Perhaps she was delirious from illness, or perhaps she really needed some comfort, so she took the initiative to ask the other person to hug her.

Then she noticed that Song Yang, who was hugging her, was reacting a bit too strongly, and then she had to ask him herself if he was feeling uncomfortable.

At this point, things took an indescribable turn, from clumsy hands at the beginning to the final touch on one's soul.

Was it to repay the other party for coming to help him regardless of wind or rain?

Thinking that Song Yang was Su Yunjin's boyfriend, Fang Hui found an excuse for herself to face her boyfriend Chen Xun later.

Before I knew it, two lines of tears silently slid down my cheeks.

Without a doubt, Chen Xun was the only one in her heart, and she did not replace him with someone new overnight.

But now her body is covered with marks left by someone else, and that man is her best friend's boyfriend.

Therefore, at this moment, Fang Hui not only didn't know how to face Chen Xun, but also didn't know how to face Su Yunjin in the future.

I remember reminding the other person just a few days ago that even if you like them, things shouldn't progress so quickly.

Now, in the blink of an eye, I've followed in his footsteps, and what's even more ridiculous is that it's the same man.

As her thoughts raced, Fang Hui quietly got out of bed. She didn't dare disturb Song Yang, who was still fast asleep, and didn't know how to deal with the current situation.

All I could do was escape, quietly leave this place, and hurry to the capital.

If possible, forget everything from last night and enjoy your university years with Chen Xun.

She took out a clean set of clothes from her schoolbag and changed into them. Inside was the thousand yuan that Song Yang had lent her as soon as they met.

"..〃々."

Fang Hui took out the money, keeping enough for herself to buy a bus ticket, and put the rest on the table.

"Bye now!"

Fang Hui glanced one last time at the sleeping man, muttered to herself, and turned to leave.

"I'll give it to you."

Just then, Song Yang's voice rang out.

He actually woke up when Fang Hui pulled the hands off his body, even though the latter was being quite careful.

Unfortunately, Song Yang had developed a bad habit: he couldn't sleep soundly without something in his hand.

Although he woke up very early, Song Yang did not get up immediately, but gave Fang Hui some time to mentally prepare herself.

Yesterday's events may have been somewhat unexpected for him, but they were also within his expectations.

From the moment he received Fang Hui's call and decided to come find her, he was already thinking about how to get her to repay him for his help this time.

After all, in Song Yang's eyes, he wasn't just a devoted sycophant; all his efforts were for Bao's sake.

Especially the first-hand specimens that have been raised for eighteen years and have never been seen by any member of the opposite sex are the juiciest and are his favorite to eat.

It's not just about eating it once; you have to keep it by your side so you can savor it anytime.

As for Fang Hui having other people in her heart, Song Yang didn't care at all, as long as he was the only one in her body.

Waiting for the day, no, it's more like as time goes by, the place in one's heart will eventually be replaced by oneself.

Love can develop over time, and that's no joke. There's a saying, something like, "The shortcut to a woman's heart is something like that."

Song Yang couldn't quite remember, but applause actually played a significant role in maintaining their relationship.

Fang Hui had no idea about any of this. When she heard the voice behind her, she froze. She didn't dare to turn around and just stood there silently.

After Song Yang finished dressing and came over, he said to her:

"Let's go."

Afterwards, Fang Hui followed Song Yang out of the room. She didn't dare to get too close, but followed at a distance.

When Song Yang went to the front desk to check out, she walked to the hotel entrance and hesitated whether to take a taxi and leave alone.

Fang Hui hadn't made a decision by the time Song Yang checked out and came over, so she could only follow him to the parking lot.

After they checked out, the room attendant who had received the check-out notification from the front desk went into the room Song Yang had just left to tidy up.

The scene was not exactly a mess, but it wasn't much better; there were many used toilet papers on the floor.

This scene is nothing new to hotel workers; they quickly clean up and then make the beds.

As soon as the sheet was lifted, several bright red plum blossoms were newly embroidered on the snow-white sheet.

"Sigh, yet another naive girl has been deceived and taken advantage of."

Even so, this woman in her forties couldn't help but sigh.

I really think girls these days are too casual.

On the other side, Fang Hui, who had obediently followed Song Yang into the car, remained silent, sitting quietly in the back seat.

Song Yang started the vehicle and headed towards the long-distance bus station, glancing at Fang Hui sitting in the back in the rearview mirror.

It was quite obvious that there was a hint of maturity in her slightly parted brows, a maturity that distinguished her from that of a young girl.

From this moment on—no, from the moment of that painful cry last night—she lost her identity as a girl and became a woman.

Not only did she undergo a transformation with her own help, but the ailment she developed yesterday from showering also healed thanks to her own restorative genes, leaving her with a rosy complexion and looking very healthy.

After all, even Cyndi Wang's heart disease could be cured, so a minor cold or fever would be a matter of life and death.

Even the aftereffects that one would normally experience after a first sexual experience were soothed by the gene fluid, allowing Fang Hui to move freely without feeling any soreness.

Chapter 89: Chen Xun: My girlfriend is pure and innocent!

after an hour.

Song Yang drove Fang Hui along the highway in Beijing.

Because Fang Hui had lost her ID card, his initial plan was simply to put her on a bus to Beijing.

But after thinking it over carefully, and considering that he wasn't the kind of scumbag who would abandon his promises after the fact, he decided it would be better to deliver it to the capital in person.

Given Fang Hui's current situation—no cell phone, no ID card, and no money—it's extremely unsafe for her.

Moreover, based on what happened last night, it's obvious that even if I prepare all of this, the other party won't accept it.

So, to avoid any accidents on the road, we had no choice but to take the extra effort and drive on the highway to take them back.

After all, she was already his woman, and he was her first man. So, both emotionally and logically, Song Yang would take extra care of her.

Moreover, in his view, the dozen or so hours it would take to travel from Shanghai to Beijing would also be a chance to fill the emotional void with Fang Hui, whom he had only met twice before sleeping with her.

It's common to get on the train first and then buy a ticket later.

Sitting in the back row, Fang Hui tilted her head and looked out the window at the scenery rushing by.

She did not object to Song Yang's arrangements, and has not even spoken up about them yet.

However, she was somewhat moved by the fact that the other party had gone to great lengths to send her to the capital.

It's impossible to stay silent during a journey of more than ten hours.

Under Song Yang's deliberate guidance, Fang Hui, without even realizing it, opened her heart to him slightly.

So much so that when Song Yang drove for more than ten hours straight without stopping, he finally dropped her off outside the residential area.

When Song Yang asked her to kiss him as a farewell gift, she forgot to refuse and even closed her eyes.