novelraw Chapter 656: First Kiss, Touching Thighs, Tang Poems, Song Lyrics
Chapter 656: First Kiss, Touching Thighs, Tang Poems, Song Lyrics
Chapter 656: First Kiss, Touching Thighs, Tang Poems, Song LyricsSelected "Healing Hands Adjustment" and used immediately.
"Vzz—"
Streams of information began to fill his mind.
Tang Song closed his eyes and quietly absorbed it.
Immediately, countless bits of knowledge that had once been obscure and difficult for him unfolded and integrated in his brain like innate instincts, orderly and seamless.
The yin-yang and Five Elements theory from the Yellow Emperor’s Inner Canon, the Six Channels differential diagnosis from Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases, the circulation routes of the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians, the precise locations and functions of three hundred and sixty-one acupoints...
A unique and complete theoretical system formed.
In fact, in the previous Heartthrob Simulator game, he had acquired these skills during dungeon runs.
Now they were being continuously inherited from the game’s skills.
Standing in the kitchen, Tang Song waited until the mental storm quieted before he walked to the giant floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.Outside, the first snow still fell.
The whole world was wrapped in silver and white—quiet and pure.
He took a deep breath, his body naturally sinking as he slowly raised his arms into a standard Tai Chi commencement pose.
Then a set of movements flowed like clouds and water, without any stalling.
Sometimes expansive and graceful, like clouds emerging from a mountain;
sometimes compact and steady, like a rock rooted to the ground;
sometimes alternating fast and slow, twisting and folding, filled with the rhythmic beauty of hardness and softness combined.
After finishing a set of forms, Tang Song slowly closed his stance and exhaled deeply.
He felt every pore loosen, his mind clearer and calmer than before.
That was not merely the "Tai Chi health cultivation" appended to the skill—it was far more potent than he had imagined.
It was primarily for self-cultivation, but also contained a slight real-combat capability.
Although he would rarely need it, it would once again improve his body coordination, core strength, and reaction speed.
He opened the system panel to check his personal information.
[Player: Zhang Yan (Charm 87)]
[Role: Songmei Apparel - President]
[Height: 185CM, Weight: 80KG]
[Physique: 83, Stamina: 84, Sluggishness: 83, Comprehension: 86]
His charm had successfully reached 87—only three points short of 90 and avoiding that earlier stage punishment.
Zhang Yan looked at his reflection under the window, the shadow fluctuating as he moved, and a wave of indescribable emotion welled up inside.
Looking back at the time since receiving the system,
his life had undergone earth-shattering changes.
His base attributes, personal qualities, wealth, and abilities had all experienced exponential leaps.
His understanding of human nature, the world, wealth, and power had become clearer.
At that moment,
"Riiing—" his phone rang.
Tang Song went to the kitchen island and picked up his phone.
He smiled as he answered, "Hello? Lingling."
On the other end, Yao Lingling’s soft voice carried a hint of excitement, "Senior, I’m already near Yunxi Building. I’ll be at the south gate of your complex in about three to five minutes." РÂŊȪʙÊs
"Okay, I’ll go downstairs to pick you up."
"Okay, thanks senior! No, wait! Hahaha, today my identity is special, I won’t be polite—Tang Song, hurry down and receive your guest, hahahaha~~"
Tang Song chuckled twice, "Alright, you win."
This cheerful, generous junior always managed to bring him joy with ease.
He hung up.
Tang Song put on a gray coat outside, slipped into his shoes, and with light steps opened the door and went downstairs.
Snow still drifted through the complex.
New snow was soft, crunching "crunch crunch" underfoot.
The air smelled icy and fresh.
Unwittingly exiting the south gate of Yanjing Tiancheng, Tang Song stood by the roadside as light swept across the surrounding streetscape.
Soon it landed on a figure walking toward them.
Today's Lingling was clearly dressed with care.
She wore a dark green fashionable cashmere coat over a gray turtleneck base layer, a cream-and-gray plaid scarf wrapped around her neck.
Her plain, delicate face was made even prettier by the ensemble;
below, high-waisted skinny jeans outlined her perfect waist-to-hip ratio.
Tiny snowflakes drifted through her black hair, landing on her shoulders and sleeves,
as if she were shrouded in a soft halo.
"Senior! Senior!"
Seeing Tang Song, Yao Lingling jumped twice in place and waved her arms energetically.
Her eyes, always bright, curved into crescent moons and her face bloomed with a dazzling smile.
That joy from deep inside seemed to have a strange magic,
instantly warming and brightening the gray winter morning.
"Lingling!"
Her voice was thinned by wind and snow but still clear.
Tang Song took long strides across the snow-flecked street toward her.
The two silhouettes soon closed the distance.
Their eyes met.
Yao Lingling took a close look at this tall, noble-spirited senior who seemed unreal in the first snowfall.
Her cheeks flushed in an instant;
she only held his gaze for less than half a second before quickly averting her eyes to the tall buildings of Yanjing Tiancheng.
She was always like this—bold online but timid in person.
Not so long ago, she dared to call herself his "cyber girlfriend," teasing him on WeChat and Xiaohongshu.
But in reality, she turned into a little bundle of nerves.
Tang Song’s eyes brimmed with amusement. He stepped forward, opened his arms, and gave the stiff junior a broad and warm hug.
The wind still blew, and snow still fell.
But Yao Lingling felt the whole world blur until only the warmth of that embrace and the fluttering in her chest remained.
Then she heard Tang Song’s low, magnetic voice near her ear: "What’s wrong? My dear girlfriend, why are you shy when you see me?"
The warm breath brushed her cool earlobe, sending a shiver through her.
Tang Song ruffled her hair, brushing off a few flakes that had fallen into it.
Yao Lingling’s face and neck flushed visibly.
She never expected the senior to be this good at it!
This wasn’t acting—he was even more natural than a real boyfriend!
No doubt, a real player of the field...
She mentally cheered herself on: What am I afraid of? If I dared to confront an online pretender who faked Su Yu, I can certainly be the bona fide cyber girlfriend and chief designer of Heyi, a real contributor!
How could I get nervous in person?
After a flurry of anxious inner monologue, she forced herself calm.
She lifted her head and playfully said, "Who’s shy? I’m just... testing how warm my boyfriend’s hug is. You know I’m here to try out being in love today, hehe."
Saying that, she hugged Tang Song tightly and inhaled deeply.
The familiar scent, the muscular body, the substantial embrace—all brought an intense sense of safety.
She trembled slightly, her heart racing almost out of control.
Tang Song patted her back and asked softly with a laugh, "How does it feel?"
Yao Lingling bit her lip and mumbled, "Emm... not enough... let me feel for a while longer."
After a while, she reluctantly let go.
Tang Song naturally took the backpack from her shoulders, carrying it in his hand as they walked side by side into the complex.
Snow covered Yanjing Tiancheng;
the lawn, branches, and benches were dusted in white.
The stone path underfoot clicked and crunch-crunched.
They bantered and teased each other as they walked.
Relaxed, joyful, and tinged with a subtle flirtation, the mood quietly spread across the calm, snowy morning.
Yao Lingling hopped like a little deer, deliberately choosing a path with no one around to leave footprints in the snow, occasionally looking back to see if Tang Song kept up.
"Alright, stop playing—your heart-shaped breakfast is getting cold."
Tang Song reached out and took her small hand with his right.
The warm touch shot from her fingers to her chest.
Yao Lingling’s heart fluttered and she followed him into Building 1’s lobby.
They changed into slippers on the service floor, accepting the slippers Tang Song handed her.
Dizzy and giddy, Yao Lingling finally regained focus and looked around in wonder,
letting out a "Wow."
Then like a squirrel discovering a new world, she scampered through the huge living room—feeling the soft leather sofa, then standing before the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the snowy cityscape, spreading her arms to take in the magnificent white city below.
"Come eat." Tang Song placed breakfast on the table and called to her.
Yao Lingling hopped over immediately, eyes sparkling, "I’ve heard about Yanjing Tiancheng’s luxury residences—didn’t expect the view to be so amazing."
Tang Song winked. "If you like it, you can come often. After all, you’re my girlfriend."
"Aiya." Yao Lingling blushed. "That’s true, I could live here, hehe."
"Of course."
They laughed and started breakfast.
The morning meal was simple—sandwiches, hot milk, nuts, and fruit.
Yao Lingling ate especially earnestly and happily, her smile never leaving her face.
After a warm, cheerful breakfast,
Yao Lingling cleared up on her own.
After hesitating, she finally asked cautiously, "Senior, it’s snowing and pretty cold today—it doesn’t seem suitable to stay outdoors too long, right?"
"Right." Tang Song tilted his head and looked at her. "Then, my dear Lingling, do you have any special plans?"
Yao Lingling’s heart skipped at the phrase "my dear Lingling."
She took a deep breath, flushed, and tried to steady herself. "Since this is a love trial, we should go where couples go. My neighborhood opened a new hot spring resort last year. It’s super fun—private baths, a cinema, an arcade... Let’s date there today, okay?"
Tang Song was momentarily surprised, then his face lit up. "Sure, great suggestion."
Yao Lingling became excited and giddy. "I even prepared swim trunks for you—just bring a change of clothes. Oh, and bring some skincare stuff if you want."
"Well prepared—thanks, Lingling." Tang Song’s eyes brightened.
Good grief! The junior is so thoughtful!
Given the season and the fresh snow, hot springs were a perfect choice.
His gaze then lingered on Lingling’s shapely backside.
With her waist-to-hip ratio, wearing a swimsuit would be explosive—he felt a little stirred.
Yao Lingling guided Tang Song toward the master bedroom to help him pick an outfit.
In the luxurious walk-in closet she exclaimed in awe for a while, then began choosing seriously.
The try-on process was playful and lighthearted.
As a professional designer, Lingling’s taste was impeccable.
A black turtleneck cashmere sweater, a camel-gray double-breasted coat, sharply tailored dark gray trousers, and polished black Oxford shoes—
cool and noble, simple yet elegant.
"Perfect!" Yao Lingling clapped, eyes curved in a smile.
At eight thirty in the morning,
they were ready and left the residence.
In the quiet elevator, Yao Lingling couldn’t help stealing glances at Tang Song’s long hands—
knuckled and sculpted like a carefully carved work of art.
[Logically... can I hold his hand now? We are in a special relationship, after all!]
[Yes! What are you afraid of? It’s just holding hands!!]
[But... will it make me seem too forward?]
Conflicted, expectant, retreating...
All sorts of small emotions whirled in her chest.
As she fumbled with her feelings, the elevator doors opened.
Tang Song turned slightly and naturally extended his hand, their fingers entwining and palms pressed together.
Yao Lingling shivered and was gently pulled into the elevator.
Their joined silhouettes reflected clearly on the polished metal door.
She lifted her head slightly.
From this angle, Tang Song’s profile was close enough to touch:
a high bridge of the nose, cool smooth skin, a jawline as clean as a perfect painting.
She had just eaten the breakfast he made, he was holding her hand tight, and they were heading to a hot spring resort as "boyfriend and girlfriend."
Since recognizing her feelings for him, she had often fantasized about this.
But she knew their gap and had always dared only to joke online, hiding flirtation in banter.
Yet she was naturally cheerful and never thought of giving up.
As she told herself time and again—
what if all the effort leads to him?
Now the fantasy had become reality, even if only for one day.
The elevator descended slowly.
In the tiny space that was only theirs,
overcome with emotion,
Yao Lingling rose on her toes and suddenly leaned in to kiss Tang Song’s profile.
Her hurried breath warmed his cool cheek.
The air froze for two seconds.
Yao Lingling’s whole face burned red;
she wished she could disappear into the floor but nevertheless stammered, "Th-that was... you did well today, consider it a reward!"
"Is that so?" Tang Song turned his head and looked at her deeply, amusement shining in his eyes.
Yao Lingling’s heart raced wildly—Yes... you are my... my boyfriend... this is a perk...
Before she finished, a warm hand lifted her chin.
Tang Song lowered his head and with smiling lips pressed a kiss to her cold, trembling mouth.
Yao Lingling’s eyes widened and her whole body began to quake violently.
The innocent, sweet taste of a first kiss lingered on Tang Song’s lips.
"Ding—" The elevator arrived at B1 and the doors opened slowly.
Tang Song lightly sucked her lips once and then released her.
Yao Lingling opened her mouth, eyes unfocused.
What the heck?!
I... was kissed by senior? Mouth to mouth!
Ahhhhh!
Watching her spirit-seized expression, Tang Song laughed, "What’s wrong? Aren’t you my girlfriend? This is part of the perks."
"I..." Yao Lingling’s chest heaved violently;
she looked down, blushing. "N-nothing, just... it was too sudden, I was startled."
"Let’s go—we’ll set off." Tang Song tugged her limp little hand and strode outward.
Soon, the glacier-white Bentley Continental GT left the underground parking and threaded into the city’s morning traffic.
On the road, a gradually sobered Yao Lingling felt her heart ache.
It all happened too fast—too suddenly.
Like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit, she hadn’t even tasted what it was like!
But once there’s one, there might be a second.
She furtively glanced at the driver—her senior—plotting inside.
Senior, you started this—don’t blame me if I later plant a kiss on you first!
Heh heh!
At that moment, a warm hand landed on her thigh.
Yao Lingling stiffened and instinctively clamped her legs together.
(0∞0"n)!
"What kind of song do you want to listen to?" Tang Song asked as if nothing had happened, eyes on the road as he drove.
"Anything... anything is fine..." Yao Lingling’s voice trembled.
Tang Song nodded and pressed play.
Soon Su Yu’s ethereal, pleasant voice flowed through the top-tier Naim sound system into the quiet cabin.
One hand on the wheel, Tang Song still kept his gaze forward and said matter-of-factly, "You might not believe me, but I’m actually a master-level massage and therapy practitioner. Lately you’ve been training your glutes and legs hard—your tensor fasciae latae on the outside of the thigh and the biceps femoris at the back are overly tense. Long-term, that can cause anterior pelvic tilt and knee compensations. I’ll do some basic myofascial release and relaxation for you now."
As he spoke, the hand on her leg began to knead steadily.
The junior had a classic pear-shaped figure—slim on top, generous below.
Her thighs, tightly hugged by jeans, were fleshy and springy, excellent to the touch.
Tang Song found it irresistible.
"Thanks, senior..."
Yao Lingling slumped into the passenger seat as waves of strange, tingling electricity spread from her groin up through her body.
Her thigh muscles twitched, tensed and relaxed uncontrollably under his kneading...
She felt as if she were on fire.
At the same time, a novel comfort and release radiated outward from the pressed areas.
His pressure would sometimes be deep and powerful, reaching down to the fascia;
sometimes soft and gentle, like a spring breeze on willows.
The soreness and fatigue accumulated from long squats and deadlifts were gradually soothed away.
Yao Lingling couldn’t help a low moan and quickly covered her mouth.
There was nothing to do—this felt incredible...
She even felt it was more intense than casting her water magic.
And that was only the senior loosening her muscles.
Oh my god! If things were to escalate...
...
The Bentley Continental GT headed south, gradually leaving the city’s bustle and congestion.
The scenery outside shifted from a forest of skyscrapers to open countryside and the rolling silhouettes of the western hills.
After about forty minutes of driving,
the car left the main road and turned onto a wide scenic avenue lined with ginkgo trees.
A sprawling resort composed of several modern buildings came into view.
[Yunxi Rong Hot Spring Resort]
The car stopped under the hotel’s grand portico, and uniformed doormen promptly approached to open the doors.
They took the keys Tang Song handed them and parked the car for him.
Tears steamed in Yao Lingling’s usually energetic eyes.
Even her voice softened when talking to Tang Song as they entered the resort lobby.
A warm scent of high-grade white tea aromatherapy and heated air greeted them.
The lobby’s design exemplified modern luxury.
Beyond the giant windows lay a shimmering artificial lake and meticulously groomed lawns.
Yao Lingling presented her phone and ID to retrieve the reservation at the front desk.
Soon hotel staff led them to a golf cart that took them through a sightseeing area of gardens, streams, and covered bridges.
They stopped in front of a villa tucked among dense bamboo and maple groves.
Opening the heavy door revealed a private courtyard with strong Japanese styling.
Yao Lingling had booked the most upscale "Moon-Viewing" suite through her friend Chen Wan—each room in its own villa, extremely private.
In the yard, beneath a stately black pine, opened an outdoor volcanic-rock hot spring pool carved from a single slab.
Beside it a small tea room and viewing terrace added tranquil Zen charm.
Connected to the courtyard, the interior featured a modern luxurious living suite with bedroom, sitting area, and a mini bar.
Tang Song scanned the suite and said sincerely, "This is really nice—five-star standard. Thanks for the expense, Lingling. As the 'boyfriend' I should be paying. How about I give you a gift later as recompense?"
Yao Lingling blushed, "I won’t be polite, then. Um... senior, I’ll go to the restroom."
She ran in without looking back.
"Click—"
The door locked.
Yao Lingling exhaled long and hard;
her racing heart calmed somewhat.
She undid her jeans button, sat on the toilet, and when she looked down her face flushed crimson.
First a surprising kiss in the elevator, then in the car the senior had professionally—yet seductively—massaged her thigh the whole way...
What woman could withstand such stimulation?!
She had to change clothes.
She tidied up, put on spare underwear, and came out of the restroom renewed—back to her energetic self.
On the first-floor living room, Tang Song stood before the floor-to-ceiling window taking in the snowy courtyard.
"Senior," Yao Lingling approached excitedly, "it’s still early—hot springs are better at night. Let’s go to the indoor amusement center first! My friend says their claw machines are super winnable and they have the latest VR shooting games!"
She had managed to secure this "limited boyfriend" opportunity and wanted to experience every imagined date event.
"Okay, your call."
They strolled out of the villa arm in arm along the resort paths.
A Saturday morning with fresh snow meant the resort was bustling.
Laughter and merriment filled the air.
Yao Lingling noticed that wherever they went many women stole glances at Tang Song, some casting envious looks her way.
Feeling pleased, she looped her arm through his affectionately.
The arcade was lively.
Yao Lingling let loose completely, pulling Tang Song through the machines—
popping her foot in frustration after failed attempts at the crane machines;
cheering wildly when she sunk a three-pointer at basketball toss;
and enjoying shoulder-to-shoulder VR zombie-shooting thrills with senior...
Her clear, bright laughter and vibrant energy made her like a hot bubble tea with extra sugar—sweet and warming.
Tang Song’s heart quickened beside her.
They played for nearly two hours before reluctantly stopping.
"Senior, I’m thirsty." Yao Lingling panted, cheeks flushed from exertion. "Want something? I’ll go get drinks."
"Take a break here." Tang Song smiled and sat her on a nearby bench. "I’ll get them."
Yao Lingling’s face lit up. "Then... emm... I want iced lemonade, please!"
"Okay."
Tang Song nodded and walked toward a tea shop in the corner.
Because of the crowd, there was a line, so he placed an order online and checked his phone in the pickup area.
"Buzz—buzz—"
A WeChat message popped up.
[Wen Ruan: photo.jpg]
Tang Song’s heart stirred as he opened it.
The photo’s background was a classical Jiangnan garden—verdant trees and winding water.
But the subject was Zhang Yan.
She wore a knee-length apricot-pink ritual dress;
her black hair styled into an exquisite classical chignon adorned with delicate pearl blossoms.
She stood on a mossy stone at the pool’s edge, her gaze clear.
She looked like an unfinished Song dynasty poem—soft, fragile, and exquisitely beautiful.
Tang Song’s breath caught.
He had always thought Zhang Yan carried a gentle Jiangnan charm—especially striking in Hanfu.
He quickly typed back, "Ruan, are you and Zhang Yan together?"
"Buzz—buzz—"
[Wen Ruan: "Hehe, what’s this? Afraid I’ll bully your little white rabbit? Not really—just some playboy who flirts everywhere, so I ran over to clean up his mess."]
Reading the teasing message made Tang Song smile.
He replied: "Thanks for the trouble, sister. When I return I’ll personally help you 'clean up'—make sure it’s spotless and smooth."
After a while Wen Ruan responded,
[Wen Ruan: "(^_-) Dream on. But really, your middle-school deskmate looks kind of interesting in ancient clothes—I feel pity, no wonder you care so much."]
Tang Song: "Actually, I think you’d look even more beautiful in Hanfu, sister."
[Wen Ruan: "Don’t try that line on me, I won’t fall for it."]
Tang Song: "Then what would you like? My *****"
They traded a few rounds of colorfully suggestive trash talk, teasing each other back and forth.
Eventually Wen Ruan ended the "cyber flirtation" first—saying she and Zhang Yan were going to try authentic Yangcheng cuisine.
Just as Tang Song was about to put his phone away, a new photo arrived.
[Wen Ruan: portrait.jpg]
He opened it and his heart jumped again.
Wen Ruan had also changed into flowing Hanfu.
Her hair was a stately Tang-style high bun with a golden crown, a red floral mark on her brow adding to her exotic allure.
The green-and-cream dress clung to her spectacular curves as if about to burst from the fabric,
in stark contrast to Zhang Yan’s restrained elegance.
Wen Ruan was like a grand, colorful Tang dynasty court poem—opulent and glorious, embodying the "clouds desire clothing, flowers desire face" splendor.