novelraw Chapter 725: Tang Song, Good Night
Chapter 725: Tang Song, Good Night
In the warm, spacious bedroom, it was so quiet you could hear the wind outside the window.
Tang Song withdrew those drifting thoughts about the future.
Looking at the real and vibrant female classmate before him, who was nervously fiddling with the hem of her clothes, his gaze grew increasingly gentle.
He stepped forward, pointed to the large bed behind him, and said softly, "Don't just stand there foolishly, come lie on the bed and rest for a while."
He could see many bloodshot veins in Zhang Yan's eyes, clearly indicating she hadn't slept well last night.
"I..." Zhang Yan hesitated, looking at him, then at the large bed covered with high-end gray silk bedding, but her feet seemed nailed to the floor, too afraid to step forward.
That bed looked so soft, so expensive, and most importantly... it was his bed, definitely filled with his scent.
For her, this was even more flustering than when he kissed her cheek in the car earlier.
Seeing her like this, Tang Song chuckled, "What? Are you afraid I'll do something bad to you?"
"No! Not at all!" She quickly shook her head in denial, afraid he would misunderstand.Probably to prove she wasn't afraid, Zhang Yan mustered her courage and quickly walked to the bedside.
But looking at the pristine, faintly fragrant bedding, she hesitated again, standing there awkwardly, unsure whether to sit or lie down directly.
Tang Song went to the built-in bar nearby to pour a glass of warm water. As he turned around and was about to speak,
Zhang Yan, as if startled by his movement, quickly took off her slippers, scurried to the far end of the large bed, then pulled the soft quilt over herself, wrapping up from head to toe.
Finally, she peeked out from the edge of the quilt 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 didn't continue teasing her. "Get some proper rest."
Tang Song bent down slightly, looking at her delicate little face, his voice extremely soft. "You've been on a plane for so long, you need energy to go out and have fun later. It's Monday today, and I have some emails to handle. If you're a light sleeper and worried the keyboard sounds might disturb you, I can go to the study?"
"No need, I'm not afraid of noise." Zhang Yan quickly spoke from under the quilt, her voice soft and sweet. "Even when Juzi meows in my ear every day, it can't wake me up."
"Hehe, alright, then I'll stay here with you." Tang Song looked at her crystal-clear almond-shaped eyes, hesitated for a moment, then leaned down and gently kissed her smooth, full forehead. "Sleep."
Zhang Yan froze in place.
By the time she reacted, he had already walked to the window-side office area not far away, taken off his overcoat, and was wearing only a simple sweater as he sat at the computer desk that looked very expensive.
Quiet, yet focused.
Lying on the bed, Zhang Yan, feeling the incredibly comfortable mattress beneath her, finally had a moment to think.
She secretly examined this spacious, luxurious bedroom that exuded sophistication everywhere.
This place was much larger than the small apartment she rented in Yangcheng.
The huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the independent walk-in closet, and that office area filled with equipment she couldn't understand...
She stole another glance at Tang Song's back.
He sat there wearing headphones, his posture upright, seriously looking at the screen.
Watching his figure, lying on his bed, covered by a quilt carrying his clean scent.
Zhang Yan's cheeks burned, her gaze slightly dazed.
For some reason, she suddenly felt as if... she was really living together with him.
Just like an ordinary married couple.
He was working, while she was resting.
This warm feeling that made her flustered yet intensely cherished wrapped tightly around her.
Physical fatigue washed over her like a tide.
Her eyelids gradually grew heavy.
Because of excitement and nervousness last night, she had barely slept until almost dawn and woke up around five in the morning.
Previously sustained by a certain determination, now that she had finally reached her destination and even settled her accommodation,
that tense energy relaxed, and weariness could no longer be suppressed.
Amid the soft tapping of keyboard keys, her breathing gradually became even and long.
Sensing that watching gaze had finally disappeared, Tang Song then removed his headphones.
He slowly turned his head to look at the figure on the bed who was now completely fast asleep.
She was curled up entirely in the soft quilt, only the top of her chestnut-black hair visible, breathing steadily, having completely let down all her defenses.
Tang Song quietly watched this scene, and his own restless heart actually calmed down as well.
A strange sense of solidity welled up inside him.
Youth happens only once, with no turning back.
Regarding that bygone past he once considered mediocre, he too was filled with indescribable complex emotions.
The white moonlight who gazed at the stars together with him amidst the sea of exam questions, the female classmate who spent ten silent years sketching his silhouette—
these two people always evoked the most direct memories and greed for his youth.
The corners of his lips lifted into a gentle smile.
He withdrew his gaze, put on the Bluetooth headphones, and looked at the computer screen.
Today was December 11th, Monday.
Also the first day he was officially announced as the global CEO of [Xuanji Optical World].
While he was at the airport picking up Zhang Yan, [Tang Yi Precision] headquarters and [Xuanji Optical World] global branches had simultaneously released this highest-level personnel appointment notice personally signed by Ouyang Xianyue.
Right now, his dedicated work email inbox was flooded with messages.
Of course, formally assuming the new position would still take some time.
Before that, he must first complete several crucial "preparatory tasks":
First, of course, was familiarizing himself with the complex project systems and personnel structure within [Xuanji Optical World].
Second, was a trip to New York.
He absolutely had to personally meet with Secretary Jin.
Whether it was the deep collaboration he was about to undertake with Ouyang Xianyue at [Xuanji Optical World],
or the upcoming Paris birthday trip with Su Yu, everything seemed like testing the boundaries of that financial empress's minefield.
This trip to New York was less about reporting for duty and more about a necessary appeasement mission.
Otherwise, Secretary Jin would probably truly explode.
......
Afternoon.
Yunxi Building, Songmei Apparel, Design Center.
The studio's heating was turned up high, making people somewhat drowsy.
Yao Lingling stood before the corkboard covered with various fabric samples and inspiration images, frowning deeply.
Dozens of design sketches were scattered on the table, all depicting winter coat and sweater styles.
Ultimately, fashion design relies on inspiration.
The explosive popularity of [Heyi]'s first item, the urban functional shell jacket, certainly gave her ample confidence and prestige.
But it also meant her next work would be scrutinized under a magnifying glass by countless eyes.
The pressure was immense.
She always felt her designs were still missing something...
Could it be... that life had been too comfortable lately, not stimulating enough?
But that couldn't be right;
clearly, when playing one-on-one with senior in the office, it was super stimulating, right?
As if thinking of something, her face flushed, and she subconsciously touched her butt.
"Buzz buzz—"
Her phone suddenly vibrated, interrupting her wandering thoughts.
A WeChat message popped up.
[Su Yu's April: "Lingling, when will [Heyi]'s winter collection be released? I can't wait to wear our new clothes, especially the ones you designed yourself."]
Seeing this message from her "cyber love rival," Yao Lingling pursed her lips and replied: [Might need to wait a bit longer, I've hit a creative block recently.]
[Su Yu's April: "(Thumbs up) Alright then, do your best! I'm super looking forward to it."]
Looking at that sticker, Yao Lingling slyly blinked, suddenly feeling playful.
Since work pressure was high recently and her mind was a mess, teasing this "fake Su Yu" who loved role-playing might help her relax.
Hehe! You love acting, right? Watch me add drama for you!
She quickly typed: "By the way, Su Yu, I saw the trending topic a couple days ago, saying you've temporarily stopped all commercial activities and public appearances? Many media outlets are guessing if you're under some external pressure?"
After a moment, the other party replied.
[Su Yu's April: "Yeah, the pressure's been huge lately, feels like I'm about to be driven crazy by someone _(:3」L)_"]
Oh ho! Really playing along, huh?
The mischievous smile on Yao Lingling's face widened: "(#Worried), then you should take good care of yourself. By the way, big star, could you do me a small favor? Our Songmei Apparel is undergoing a comprehensive upgrade to become a fashion group, planning to open flagship stores in first-tier cities recently, and we're looking for endorsers. You're so amazing, and a major shareholder of Tang Entertainment too, could you help us connect with Xiao Meiqi from the Echo group? Give us an internal discount?"
Finding endorsers was also part of the plan, but with a limited budget, they definitely couldn't afford top-tier celebrities.
"Buzz buzz—" The other party replied almost instantly.
[Su Yu's April: "Wow! You guys actually have such big plans! And looking for endorsers? Then why not just let me do it, why bother with Xiao Meiqi?
(∞("(—∞")"]
Looking at this message, Yao Lingling almost laughed out loud.
Goodness, such big talk!
She continued teasing along: ["Alright, alright! Then... Miss Su Yu, can you give us a friendly discount?" [Little cat rubbing hands.gif]]
[Su Yu's April: "For free!"]
[Yao Lingling: "It's a deal! [Panda head high-five.gif]"]
[Su Yu's April: "I'm coming to Yancheng this weekend. How about we talk face-to-face? By the way, does your company have a designer named Qiuqiu?"]
Yao Lingling's heart skipped a beat.
Qiuqiu? How does she know about Qiuqiu?
Yao Lingling: "Yeah, Qiuqiu is actually my roommate;
we share an apartment."
[Su Yu's April: "That's great! I'm online friends with her too, was planning to meet her anyway. If you don't mind, could you invite me to your place?"]
Looking at her phone, Yao Lingling was utterly speechless.
Goodness, you've got a whole script prepared, a series of schemes, huh?
I bet coming to Yancheng to find me and Qiuqiu is just an excuse;
you really want to visit our company through us employees and meet your beloved April in person, right?!
Pfft! Shameless!
Yao Lingling: "Sure, as long as you really dare to come, I'll personally arrange everything perfectly for you."
[Su Yu's April: "It's a deal! [Panda head high-five.gif]"]
Looking at this almost fantastical chat history, Yao Lingling chuckled lightly and casually screenshotted the conversation, tossing it into their shared apartment group chat.
With a message: "Everyone, remember that weird online friend I mentioned before, the one who loves role-playing and impersonating Su Yu? Guess what, she wants to meet up with us!"
Nowadays, Qiuqiu had also been added to the shared group by Lingling.
All four of them lived in the North City Garden complex;
she and Qiuqiu were in Building 4, while Minmin and Jiahong were in Building 6.
[Li Shumin: "OMG, I'm dying of laughter, whose subordinate is this, daring to impersonate my idol! @Lingling, if she really dares to come, you must call me;
I want to see what she looks like, boasting so much!"]
[Zhang Jiahong: "Hahahaha, Lingling, are you teasing someone again? This must be a joke, right."]
[Li Shumin: "Later, add her to the group;
if she doesn't dare to come, we'll all @ her in the group and mock her hard!"]
After chatting and complaining with everyone in the group for a while,
Lingling felt the creative block weighing on her heart had eased considerably.
She stretched lazily and walked out of the design center.
Turning a corner, she saw a familiar figure coming from the direction of the meeting room.
A white base layer, black pencil pants.
Accentuating her curvaceous long legs particularly sexily.
Her orange-brown long hair was casually tied into a high ponytail, swaying gently with her steps, both chic and full of unique charm.
"Qiuqiu!" Lingling quickened her pace, reached her side, and intimately wrapped an arm around her slender waist. "Did you see the message I sent in the group?"
Qiuqiu nodded, a somewhat embarrassed expression appearing on her cool face: "Mm, saw it. I... I didn't tell you before, but I actually know 'Su Yu's April' too."
"It's fine, it's fine, it's not a big deal." Lingling tilted her head, grinning. "I just think it's too hilarious;
I've never seen someone so thick-skinned and shameless, she really imagines herself as Su Yu."
She pinched Qiuqiu's arm playfully: "But speaking of which, our QQ's figure and aura really do have a bit of Su Yu's vibe. If she really comes, you should cosplay as the real Su Yu on the spot and give her a surprise!"
Qiuqiu pressed her lips together and didn't say anything.
Because of shared interests, she got along quite well with "Su Yu's April";
they often chatted online about music and painting, and she had even confided some thoughts about Tang Song to the other person.
She could understand the other person's impersonation;
probably they just loved Su Yu to extremes.
Just like herself, she had also fantasized countless times about having some kind of story with Su Yu.
The two walked side by side to the brand department's work area.
After sitting down, Qiuqiu casually asked in a low voice: "Lingling, President Tang... why didn't he come to the company today?"
Lingling was momentarily stunned, then answered offhandedly: "Senior won't be around for the next couple of days;
he said a friend came from out of town, and he needs to personally entertain them."
"Oh."
Qiuqiu responded softly and nodded.
But the unconcealable disappointment on her face didn't escape Lingling's eyes.
Lingling sighed inwardly.
Of course she could see Qiuqiu's unusual feelings towards Tang Song senior.
But senior... he was a genuine, ultimate playboy!
It wasn't just about dating multiple people;
he might very well be the ocean itself.
How could someone as cool and pure as Qiuqiu withstand a "playboy" of senior's caliber?
She'd probably be devoured without even bones left.
Lingling's mind started uncontrollably conjuring up various strange scenes.
What if... what if one day senior got a whim and came directly to our shared apartment...
Then on the living room sofa... on the balcony rocking chair... or even in mine and Qiuqiu's rooms...
Ahhhhhhhhh!
Yao Lingling's cheeks flushed bright red instantly.
She subconsciously looked down at her own modest A-cup, accentuated by her bra...
Then couldn't help but sneak a glance at Qiuqiu's stunning D-cup, outlined by her tight base layer next to her.
Size difference isn't scary;
it's awkward for the smaller one.
At that time... it would simply be a public execution!
.......
Yanjing Tiancheng, Large Flat.
"Mmm—" Accompanied by a soft moan.
Zhang Yan groggily opened her eyes, her mind still somewhat foggy.
As the outline of the luxurious master bedroom gradually became clear in her vision, she suddenly realized and sat up from the bed.
The chair in the office area was empty, and the computer was closed.
In the vast master bedroom, it was so quiet she could only hear her own breathing.
She picked up her phone from the bedside table to check the time—it was almost 3 PM!
Instantly, all sleepiness vanished.
Oh my god! They had agreed to go to the Agricultural University in the afternoon and also do some shopping.
Although she hadn't said it out loud, she was extremely looking forward to this "revisiting the past."
She looked around anxiously but couldn't see that familiar figure.
Timidly, she called out tentatively towards the door: "Tang Song."
In the empty room, no one answered, only the faint echo of her own voice.
She bit her lower lip, put on her slippers, and cautiously got out of bed.
She wanted to go outside to see where he was, but was afraid that wandering around the house recklessly would seem 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.
Her suitcase was gone.
She looked left and right but couldn't find it.
Then, as if thinking of something, she bit her lip and walked to the closet door.
She leaned in and cautiously peeked inside.
First, her eyes were dazzled by the rows of neatly hung high-end custom suits and various brand-name clothes.
Then she spotted the slightly old suitcase in the corner.
Lying quietly on the carpet with its mouth open, its contents already emptied.
In the hanging section, her clothes were neatly hung up.
Did he... tidy up for me?
An indescribable joy and sweetness instantly surged in her heart.
She could imagine him taking things out of the suitcase one by one, then carefully organizing and arranging them...
Immediately followed by an unspeakable shyness and anxiety.
Her suitcase contained her underwear and pajamas.
Zhang Yan quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any longer, turned around, and quickly retreated from the closet.
"Tang Song, I'm awake."
She called out to the outside again, her voice slightly louder than before.
But it was still only equivalent to Juzi the cat's "meow" when acting cute, not very penetrating at all.
Outside the master bedroom was a long corridor connecting to the living room.
Just as she stepped out of the master bedroom door and reached the corridor corner—
"Ha!"
A low shout suddenly sounded by her ear.
A tall figure jumped out unexpectedly from behind the corner wall.
"Ah—!"
Zhang Yan let out a short scream, her body instantly stiffening from extreme fright, staggering backward.
The next second, she fell into a warm and strong embrace.
Tang Song wrapped his arms around her from behind, his arms encircling her slender waist, letting out a low chuckle.
Zhang Yan was about 164 cm tall, actually similar to Bai Yueguang.
But she was much thinner, with a much smaller chest.
Holding her felt almost weightless.
Thin and slender, like a rare plant that needed careful protection.
She didn't wear perfume, only had the pure scent of toiletries, the faint laundry detergent fragrance from her clothes, mixed with her own unique scent.
It smelled very nice.
Tang Song couldn't help but lean closer and gently sniff near her earlobe.
The warm breath touched her sensitive skin, causing a visible shiver.
Zhang Yan's stiff body finally gradually relaxed.
Feeling Tang Song's intimate gesture and the warmth of his embrace, her cheeks burned frighteningly hot, her heart pounding wildly.
"You... you... scared me." Her voice was very soft, carrying a trace of lingering shock.
"Just a little joke, don't be afraid." Tang Song chuckled softly by her ear. "Did you sleep well?"
"...Mm."
"Shall we set off then? To the Agricultural University first?"
"Mm."
Looking at his tight-lipped female classmate, Tang Song felt somewhat helpless.
He couldn't resist sniffing the scent at her neck again before slowly releasing her.
"Let's go, get your clothes on first."
Zhang Yan lowered her head, hands tightly clasped in front of her, following him step-by-step back to the closet.
Tang Song took a pure white, simply designed mid-length down jacket from the rack and handed it to her: "I have a clothing company in Yancheng;
this is our company's new winter product, quite warm, try it on."
Zhang Yan quickly reached out to take it and obediently put it on.
Tang Song looked her over and nodded with satisfaction: "Your skin is fair and radiant, white suits you very well."
Being praised like this, Zhang Yan's face reddened again.
After gathering their things, the two went together to the entrance.
Tang Song picked up the car keys and was about to push the door open when he felt a gentle tug on his clothes.
He turned around and saw Zhang Yan looking down, peeking at him with her watery almond-shaped eyes, filled with a hint of unspoken anticipation.
Tang Song blinked, softening his voice: "What's wrong? Is there something?"
"I..." Zhang Yan bit her lower lip, her voice almost inaudible, "Should we... take the subway or... bus there?"
Tang Song was momentarily stunned, seeming to understand her little thought.
Without asking why, he casually tossed the Bentley key with a "clink" back onto the entryway tray.
Then, he took her slightly cool small hand, tightly enveloping it in his palm.
"Alright. Just happens I haven't taken one in a long time either."
The door opened, and they walked out.
Zhang Yan kept her head down, but the corners of her eyes uncontrollably curved up like tiny crescents.
Since middle school,
she had fantasized countless times about one day being able to go with him from somewhere, board a swaying bus, and wander off to another place.
This utterly ordinary thing for others was the most extravagant dream of her entire youth.
She never expected that just by mustering the courage to ask softly,
he would agree without hesitation.
He really was still that good.
They went downstairs, passed through the complex's tranquil garden, and arrived at the bus stop outside.
The Monday afternoon stop wasn't crowded, the air chilly.
They stood side-by-side like countless ordinary couples waiting for the bus, neither speaking, yet the atmosphere was unusually warm.
A few minutes later.
The bus slowly arrived.
Holding her hand, Tang Song swiped his card with a "beep" and they boarded.
There were many empty seats;
he led her to sit side-by-side in the last row.
The bus slowly started and merged into traffic.
The cabin had heating and was very warm.
Outside the window were the gray city streets.
Shops, pedestrians, traffic lights—all receded at a steady pace.
Zhang Yan leaned against the window, watching the scenery outside, the blush on her cheeks never fading.
She could clearly smell his scent.
She could feel the slight contact between his leg and hers, and the continuous warmth coming from his palm.
Finally, she couldn't resist and secretly turned her head, quickly glancing at his profile from the corner of her eye.
He happened to turn his head at that moment too, their deep gazes meeting in the air.
Her heart leaped violently, and she quickly turned her head towards the window, pretending to be intently watching the scenery.
But her crystal-clear earlobes were already bright red.
Tang Song chuckled softly, his fingers gently stroking her palm, his gaze also turning towards the window.
Afternoon, peaceful, slow.
Chaotic and bustling.
......
They transferred once midway, and after over half an hour, they finally got off the bus at the east campus gate of Yancheng Agricultural University.
Standing before the stone tablet engraved with the gilded school name, Zhang Yan let out a long breath of white air.
Returning to this land that held four years of her youthful memories, the shyness and restraint on her face gradually faded, replaced by a sense of relaxation and familiarity.
"This way."
She pointed and led him familiarly through the side gate into the campus.
The winter campus had a desolate yet serene beauty.
The bare branches of plane trees intertwined.
The main road was wide and clean, flanked by somewhat aged red-brick teaching buildings and dormitories.
Occasionally, small groups of students rode bicycles or electric scooters past them with "ding ling ling" sounds.
The air was filled with a scent mingled with the smell of books and youth.
"That building over there, where I had most of my specialized classes—Building 3."
She pointed to an old building covered with withered vines not far away, a hint of excitement in her voice.
"And over there, Girls' Dormitory Building 3, I lived in the easternmost room on the second floor."
The two walked through the campus.
Zhang Yan gradually spoke more, even starting to actively introduce things to Tang Song.
From which cafeteria window had the best food, to the quietest spot in the library;
from which teacher's class was the most interesting, to the campus stray cat fed fat by all the students...
She chattered on, her voice clear, her face radiant with a bright, moving glow.
Tang Song didn't interrupt, just listened quietly and watched.
He felt as if he too was returning to her university days with her.
Unconsciously, they walked onto a small path lined with tall trees.
The setting sun finally peeked out from the thick clouds, golden twilight filtering through the bare branches.
The light enveloped the girl's smiling profile, the breeze gently blowing her smooth chestnut collarbone-length hair.
"Zhang Yan." He suddenly stopped and called her name softly.
Zhang Yan turned around, looking at him somewhat puzzled: "Wh-what is it?"
Those clear almond-shaped eyes still sparkled with un-faded excitement, carrying a kind of unguarded innocence.
Tang Song didn't answer, just smiled, raised his phone, opened the camera, and aimed the lens at her.
The radiance on Zhang Yan's face faltered slightly, immediately understanding what he intended to do.
She raised her hand, flustered, to tidy the hair blown messy by the wind.
Then, straightened her posture, hands nervously unsure where to place, eventually somewhat clumsily stuffing them into the large pockets of the pure white down jacket.
She looked at his lens, her eyes filled with unprepared tension and shyness.
"Click—"
The moment was captured.
The daylight gradually shifted from bright to dark, lights one after another turning on in the teaching buildings.
Holding Zhang Yan's hand, Tang Song walked against the flow of people, pulling her to stroll through the empty hallways, listening to her softly recount stories of this place.
Later, he pulled her into a random lecture hall, blending into an unimportant elective class.
Their appearance, especially Tang Song's outstanding looks and aura, immediately caused a stir among the students.
Girls in the front rows started frequently turning around, pretending to check the time or pick something up, actually stealing glances at him with shining eyes.
Whispers spread through the classroom like a breeze over wheat fields.
Soon, bolder girls took out their phones, pretending to take selfies while secretly aiming the lens towards the back row.
Being amidst this, Zhang Yan wished she could hide herself completely, yet felt an unusual happiness and secret delight in her heart.
The class period passed quickly.
Walking out of the teaching building, night had completely fallen.
The campus streetlights cast hazy yellow halos, stretching their shadows long on the ground.
Zhang Yan took him to eat the best clay pot potato noodles in the cafeteria.
Rich white broth, chewy potato noodles, paired with golden bean curd sheets, emerald green vegetables, and quail eggs, topped with a large ladle of the shop's secret recipe, bright red chili oil...
After a hot dinner, the two stepped back into the cold winter night.
They took the bus to a large shopping mall nearby.
Tang Song directly led her into a Huawei flagship store, bought her the latest Huawei Mate60, along with matching noise-canceling headphones and a tablet.
And personally helped her transfer all the precious data from her old phone bit by bit into the new one.
Zhang Yan was very obedient and didn't refuse his kindness and gifts.
She just blushed, obediently staying by his side, listening to him introduce these latest electronic products she had never encountered before.
After visiting the electronics store, the two went to a large bookstore nearby.
Under the warm lighting, they flipped through books smelling of ink together, occasionally exchanging a few words in low voices, as if returning to the quiet times studying in the library during their university days.
....
When they boarded the return bus back to Yanjing Tiancheng, it was almost 10 PM.
Inside the vast large flat, the lighting was soft, so quiet they could hear each other's breathing.
After washing up, Tang Song changed into comfortable silk pajamas, leaned against the headboard, casually flipping through a book.
Looking at Zhang Yan, still wearing her sweater, standing awkwardly in the middle of the bedroom.
He smiled and said, "It's very late, not sleeping?"
"N-no... sleep... I'll sleep..." Zhang Yan's voice was as faint as a mosquito's.
"Then why not go change your clothes quickly?"
"Oh."
Zhang Yan, like a robot controlled by commands, mechanically turned and walked into the closet that resembled a luxury boutique.
Looking at the opulent surroundings, her heart still felt somewhat unsettled.
Opening the closet door belonging to her, she saw the pajamas he had personally hung in the most prominent position.
This was the one she had bought on a whim before coming to Yancheng this time.
With some delicate lace trim, a little sexy.
She had never worn clothes like this before.
She glanced at the closet door, confirming he hadn't followed, then blushed and nervously took off her clothes.
Gritting her teeth, she took off her bra as well.
Turning her back to the door, she quickly slipped on the soft, smooth pajamas.
Looking down, her cheeks reddened even more.
These clothes... why do they feel... a bit revealing?
Especially without a bra, you could even see the outline of her chest.
She didn't dare go out, anxiously pacing back and forth.
After a moment, footsteps sounded at the door.
"Zhang Yan, not changed yet? Can't find it?"
"Done, I'm changed!"
She patted her burning cheeks, checked herself in the mirror again, tugged the collar up hard, felt it still didn't cover much, then dawdled her way out.
Tang Song's gaze fell directly on her.
This was the first time he had seen Zhang Yan showing so much "skin."
For this usually conservative and introverted female classmate, this was probably her boldest attire.
Under the hazy warm night light, her delicate face was flushed with an appealing blush due to shyness, her dewy skin seeming squeezable enough to produce water.
The nightgown outlined her slender yet shapely curves.
That contradictory beauty of purity and youthful sensuality intertwined made Tang Song's breath catch slightly.
He slowly moved closer to her.
Zhang Yan nervously pressed her lips together, subconsciously crossing her arms in front of her chest, her toes curling uneasily.
The distance between them narrowed.
But Tang Song just reached out, his slender fingers threading through her soft hair, gently brushing past her reddened ear.
Zhang Yan let out a faint moan, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Time for bed?"
"Mm..."
She nodded almost imperceptibly, then, keeping her head down, quickly ran to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt, and burrowed inside.
Then immediately turned over, curled into a ball, presenting her back to him.
Tang Song couldn't help but smile.
He certainly had desires, but for Zhang Yan, he had more patience and tenderness.
He didn't want to use overly rushed methods to break her cautious, ten-years-late pure affection.
"Click—"
The main light turned off, leaving only a dim night light in the corner.
The bedroom sank into quiet darkness.
Tang Song lay down on the bed, under the same quilt.
In the darkness, he could clearly hear her rapid yet suppressed breathing and feel the tension in her body.
Hesitating for a moment, he shifted towards the middle of the bed.
Tang Song reached out and gently encircled her thin shoulders from behind.
Zhang Yan stiffened completely but didn't dare move.
He exerted a little force, gently turning her small body, wrapped in the quilt, over to face him.
In the darkness, Zhang Yan's bright, star-like almond eyes were wide open.
Filled with panic and nervousness.
Tang Song lowered his head, gently pressing his forehead against hers.
Their noses almost touching.
He could feel her trembling eyelashes brushing against his skin.
Then, he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Good night, Zhang Yan."
Zhang Yan's eyes trembled violently.
Looking at him so close, feeling his scent.
Her heart, which felt like it was about to leap out of her chest, suddenly calmed down.
She slightly raised her head, closed her eyes, and clumsily returned a light kiss on his face.
Lips and teeth close, eyebrows and eyes entwined.
I like you, year after year.
"Tang Song, good night."