novelraw Chapter 732: The Advancing Campus Belle Shen!
Chapter 732: The Advancing Campus Belle Shen!
3:00 PM, Lan Feng International luxury apartments.
The black Mercedes-Benz sedan slowly came to a stop, and Shen Yuyan carried her luggage inside.
Amid the enthusiastic greetings from the apartment lobby manager, she swiped her card and went directly to the 22nd floor.
"Beep beep—click."
The heavy apartment door opened with the sound, and a wave of warmth mixed with high-end fragrance washed over her.
The interior was spotless, clean and tidy.
This certainly wasn't because her lazy best friend Xu Qing was particularly diligent, but because this top-tier hotel-style service apartment had professional housekeeping teams responsible for daily cleaning.
Her own "Youjie Household Services" had once ambitiously wanted to negotiate cooperation with such top-tier apartments.
But because her company wasn't up to their standard, she hadn't even managed to meet their procurement manager.
Shen Yuyan kicked off her high heels and casually placed her luggage in the entryway.Barefoot, she stepped onto the warm, comfortable solid wood flooring, her entire body completely relaxing.
She took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to her best friend: "I'm back, you silly Qing."
Then, like a cat that had exhausted all its energy, she threw herself heavily into the soft cashmere sofa.
First Rongcheng, then Shen City.
In these short few days, her emotions had experienced dramatic ups and downs from hell to heaven.
Then, as a new executive of "Xuanji Optical World," she tirelessly attended summits and familiarized herself with the company's intricate business lines...
All this had given her an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and achievement, but it was indeed exhausting.
Now that she was home, she felt like she didn't want to move at all.
She needed some time to digest this weighty victory.
Of course, there was also that most important thing coming next, the thing that made her heart race the most.
The trip to New York.
"Smile Holdings," "SilentCrown SPV Limited (Jing Mian)," Tang Song, Director Jin...
She closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly again from the excitement of almost touching the peak of power.
"Buzz buzz buzz—" Her phone vibrated on the sofa.
"Win-Win Technology - Ren Mingyuan"
A coldly beautiful yet cruel smile bloomed on Shen Yuyan's face.
She didn't answer, just quietly listened to the urgent vibration.
Letting the small screen go dark.
After a while, the phone vibrated relentlessly again.
Only then did she slowly sit up, pick up the phone, swipe to answer, casually put it on speaker, and toss it onto the glossy coffee table.
Then, she lifted those long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, elegantly crossed them, and rested them on the edge of the coffee table.
She leaned back into the sofa in a lazy, comfortable, and condescending posture.
"Yuyan... no! President Shen! It's me, Ren Mingyuan!" The phone transmitted Ren Mingyuan's fawning voice, "I, I hope I'm not disturbing your rest?"
"Hehe, President Ren, what is it?" Shen Yuyan swayed her delicate ankle, admiring the alluring sheen of the stockings in the light.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ren Mingyuan's voice carried urgency, "President Shen, I... I represent Win-Win Technology in formally apologizing to you! Previously regarding the 'Youjie Household Services' matter, our company indeed made a huge mistake. The company just finished an internal board meeting, Wang... Wang Yubo personally admitted his error!"
"Get to the point." Shen Yuyan interrupted him lightly, "My time is precious."
"Yes, yes, understood." Ren Mingyuan quickly said, "Our Win-Win Technology is willing to acquire 'Youjie Household Services.' Your equity portion will be paid with Win-Win Technology shares. President Shen, you should know our Win-Win Technology is a very promising enterprise. If we can survive this hurdle, when we go public on the New Third Board, the shares in your hands will be very..."
Ren Mingyuan's words echoed in the living room.
Shen Yuyan chuckled lightly, a mocking smile on her face.
Her methods were already taking effect.
Since officially becoming the Chief Ecosystem Officer of "Xuanji Optical World," she had begun her revenge.
She didn't even need to use any resources from Tang Song or "Rongliu Capital."
She simply conducted "informal strategic communications" in her personal capacity with Win-Win Technology's upstream core suppliers and several key downstream channel partners.
She promised nothing and threatened nothing.
She merely discussed future prospects, hinting at Xuanji Optical World's massive procurement volume and the slowly unfolding global ecosystem cooperation blueprint.
That was enough.
Those seasoned business veterans immediately understood what to do.
Now Win-Win Technology was standing on the edge of a cliff, the valuation agreement basically impossible to fulfill.
Moreover, to push for New Third Board listing, they had previously taken huge bank loans, and their cash flow was already extremely tight.
Just a little more time, and a chain reaction would occur, completely finishing them.
Ren Mingyuan and the others had no way out.
Listening to Ren Mingyuan on the phone still painting the company's future blueprint and begging for her mercy.
The smile on Shen Yuyan's lips grew colder. She lifted her black-stockinged foot and gently traced the phone screen with her delicate toes.
"Alright, President Ren, I'm not interested in these things. Or, have Wang Yubo come talk to me personally."
After saying this, she directly pressed the end call button with her toes.
"Beep—"
The busy tone sounded.
Shen Yuyan took a deep breath, recalling the humiliation she had suffered before, feeling every pore in her body relax.
After resting with her eyes closed for a while and recovering some energy.
She stood up and began leisurely unpacking her luggage.
Half an hour later, after a hot shower, she sat at the desk and opened her laptop.
She began reviewing information about "Smile Holdings" that she had gathered through various channels.
This wasn't just for the upcoming shareholders' meeting, but also because she wanted to explore Tang Song's past.
She was inherently someone who greatly admired strength.
In her eyes now, Tang Song was the most charming, mysterious, and powerful man in the world.
She desperately wanted to know more about him.
Extremely wanted, to the point of madness.
After a while.
"Ding dong—" A WeChat notification suddenly sounded.
Two messages popped up.
"Lu Ziming: 'Yuyan, I just finished work here. I found the video you wanted, sending it now.'"
"Lu Ziming: [Birthday party.mp4]"
Shen Yuyan's eyes flickered, and she opened the video.
Familiar music and noisy voices came through—it was the birthday party Lu Ziming held at a KTV near the school in 2017.
At the time, she was being passionately pursued by Lu Ziming, so she brought her best friend Xu Qing along.
At the start of the video, the shaky camera focused on Xu Qing, who was wearing a cute outfit and elaborate cosplay makeup.
The person filming was clearly an anime-loving pervert, constantly praising Qingqing, making her both shy and proud.
Watching her clear-eyed, lively best friend from when she was eighteen or nineteen on screen, a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on Shen Yuyan's lips.
"You silly Qing..." she murmured.
Then, the camera panned, and many familiar faces flashed by.
Of course, including Tang Song.
He was sitting alone quietly on a corner sofa, silently eating watermelon from the fruit platter.
When the camera swept over him, he gave a naive, silly smile to the lens.
After watching all the clips containing him.
Shen Yuyan opened the chat with Lu Ziming and checked the time.
It was currently 4:00 PM Beijing time, which corresponded to 3:00 AM New York time.
She replied: "Only replying at this hour? Are you cultivating immortality in New York, pulling all-nighters?"
The other party replied almost instantly.
"Lu Ziming: 'Exactly. No choice, cross-timezone meetings mean us lower-level employees have to accommodate headquarters' working hours. (#bitter smile)'"
Since late September, Lu Ziming had been stationed in America by "Tiancheng Capital," reportedly following up on cooperation with a large Wall Street PE firm.
As a fresh graduate, he naturally had to handle the most draining, tedious basic work and had been stuck in New York for two months.
To be fair, Lu Ziming's family background was quite good among ordinary people.
His father was a senior executive at the state-owned enterprise's Yancheng branch, his mother a deputy section rank within the system.
In their university circle, this was enough to make him the center of attention.
But at higher levels, it was far from enough.
Like at "Tiancheng Capital" where he now worked—a top local investment institution with deep government connections.
Even if he could get in through family connections, he still had to start from the bottom as an analyst and produce solid results to climb step by step.
This was the reality of social strata.
She thought again about those so-called "young talents" and "high-quality suitors" who surrounded her in university.
Whether it was Lu Ziming, or later entrepreneurial partners Zhang Tianqi, Hou Shaoyuan, even those older seniors...
Their levels weren't high enough.
Ultimately, it was because the "platform" she was on wasn't good enough.
Yancheng University of Science and Technology—an ordinary non-Project 211, non-Project 985 university.
No matter how elite the circle here was, it couldn't touch the true core social stratum.
But who would have thought that in this shallow water, a true dragon was hidden?
She shifted her gaze back to the video, to that naive Tang Song still munching on watermelon, and couldn't help but reach out a finger to gently stroke his face on the screen.
The same fantasy that her best friend Xu Qing had actually appeared in her heart.
If she could return to university, she would spare no effort to get together with him.
After spacing out for a while.
Shen Yuyan looked back at the chat box and replied: "By the way, can you tell me about your dormmate Tang Song's university days? The more details the better."
"Lu Ziming: 'Oh? Why suddenly want to know about Old Song's past? Don't tell me you were looking for those old videos because of him?'"
Shen Yuyan smiled, her fingertips lightly tapping: "Yes, I'm pursuing him, want to learn more about his past. (#covering mouth laughing)"
Although Lu Ziming had only left Yancheng for over two months, earth-shaking changes had occurred.
If he were here, he would definitely know about Rongliu Capital, about Tang Song, about her new job.
After all, his "Tiancheng Capital" was in the same office building as "Rongliu"—they'd see each other constantly, hard not to know.
After quite a while, Lu Ziming sent a somewhat jealous voice message.
"Lu Ziming: 'Alright, I admit I'm jealous! That Old Song guy really hit the jackpot! No way, when I get back from my New York gold-plating trip, I have to make him treat me to a proper meal!'"
Then, Lu Ziming's voice messages came one after another.
He began intermittently talking about his former roommate.
And through his narration, the image of Tang Song that occasionally flashed in the corners of her university campus—almost like a transparent person—finally gained vivid color bit by bit in Shen Yuyan's heart.
She seemed to see a Tang Song who had lived at Yanke University for four years alongside her, yet was completely different.
Freshman year, he was quiet, even somewhat unsociable.
While other boys were at club mixers chasing girls, he was either in the library reading thick professional books that could kill someone, or doing various work-study jobs, like an ascetic.
Nicknamed "Tang Gourd."
Sophomore year, he became elusive.
Reportedly his family situation wasn't great, he often worked outside, not in the dorm for days at a time.
But every final exam, his grades were always top-notch, winning professional scholarships effortlessly.
After junior year, he seemed even busier...
And in Lu Ziming's biased, complaining recollections, Shen Yuyan keenly caught some abnormal key information.
The reason Tang Song could frequently take leave, skip classes, and work outside yet remain unscathed.
Was because he had latched onto a certain administrative teacher named Chen from the school office, whom he met during freshman year work-study.
All the "external practice" and "project participation" were arranged by that Teacher Chen.
The counselor also gave his attendance a green light all the way.
Shen Yuyan's breathing gradually quickened;
she seemed to have caught many key clues.
She felt like a detective groping in the dark, finally grasping a crucial lead.
She immediately picked up her phone and dug out a long-uncontacted number from the depths of her contacts.
Vice Director Wang from the School of Economics and Management office.
This Director Wang was her direct superior when she served as student council president, someone she frequently dealt with.
A somewhat bureaucratic, gossip-loving but quite humane middle-aged man.
She dialed the number.
After some pleasantries, Shen Yuyan skillfully steered the conversation toward remembering teachers' kindness.
Saying she'd achieved some career success recently, wanted to visit teachers who had cared for her back then, and discuss some cooperation with the school.
"...By the way, Director Wang, I remember when reporting activity funds, I often had to go to the school office to get stamps from a certain Teacher Chen, named... Teacher Chen Mo, do you still remember him? He was really nice, helped me a lot. I wanted to thank him in person this time too."
Director Wang on the phone fell silent for a moment, then said in a tone mixed with envy and sourness: "You mean Teacher Chen? You won't find him. He resigned from our school three years ago, now he's doing really well!"
Shen Yuyan's heart leaped violently, but her tone remained curious: "Really? Where did Teacher Chen move up to?"
Director Wang's voice lowered slightly, "He went to the 'Smile Charity Foundation' in the Imperial Capital, settled there, bought a house. Last year he even sent his daughter to America to study at MIT. See, that's what luck is."
Listening to Director Wang's endless sighs on the phone, Shen Yuyan didn't say much more, just found an excuse and politely ended the call.
She understood, she understood everything.
Starting from 2016, his freshman year.
Tang Song had somehow connected with that Director Jin who had just returned to China to start a business back then.
The so-called "work-study" and "external practice" were just covers for his deep involvement in early "Smile Investment" projects.
He had been operating everything on a high dimension invisible to everyone.
Director Jin, Ms. Ouyang, Zheng Qiudong, Wu Kezhi...
These people were all part of his network.
A young prodigy, a tide-rider of the era...
Thinking of this, Shen Yuyan's breathing became rapid, uncontrollably pressing her legs together.
Her fresh, elegant face flushed with an unusual redness.
Biting her lower lip, her long fingers slowly moved downward.
......
7:30 PM
The door was pushed open with a "squeak," Xu Qing rushed in like a refugee, shouting: "Yanyan! Yanyan! I'm back!"
Shen Yuyan came out of her room, seeing her best friend's scared appearance, somewhat puzzled: "Tang Song didn't come back with you? Weren't you two on a date?"
"Don't mention it!" Xu Qing threw her bag on the floor, collapsing into the sofa, "Little Song is simply inhuman! He actually took me to the airport to pick up Luna. After dinner, he insisted on dragging me to her apartment."
The more she talked, the angrier she got, puffing her cheeks and grumbling: "I barely found an excuse to run away! That damn bastard!"
"So, Tang Song and Lin Muxue are downstairs right now?" Shen Yuyan's voice was very soft.
An uncontrollable wave of sourness instantly flooded her thoughts.
Both returning from business trips, both his assistants.
He personally went to the airport to pick up Lin Muxue, but paid no attention to her.
The difference in closeness was already clear.
She took a deep breath, suppressing all the emotions in her heart.
But, this was normal.
Lin Muxue had been with him longer, their relationship was naturally closer.
I... have plenty of time.
Xu Qing leaned close to her best friend's ear, lowered her voice, blushing as she gossiped: "They're definitely doing the deed inside right now. In the car earlier, Tang Song's hands were... Luna is so daring... you have no idea..."
Her voice grew softer, her face hotter.
Shen Yuyan listened, gently biting her lip, her mind starting to wander.
"Alright, enough talk, I'm going to take a shower and change first."
After saying this, Xu Qing grumbled and rushed into the bedroom.
When she came out after showering.
She saw Shen Yuyan already sitting on the living room sofa, several bottles of various alcoholic drinks on the coffee table.
"Come, Qingqing, have a drink, let's chat."
"Okay! I'll have that sweet sparkling wine."
The two poured drinks and lightly clinked glasses.
In the slightly tipsy atmosphere.
Shen Yuyan talked about joining "Xuanji Optical World" and her revenge on Wang Yubo and Ren Mingyuan.
Xu Qing listened with shining eyes, excitedly clapping and cheering: "Well done! Yanyan! That's exactly how to deal with those scumbags!"
"Seriously, Qingqing, the opportunity I have today is really thanks to you." Shen Yuyan said with a serious expression, "Let me toast you."
She really should thank Xu Qing. If not for her, she wouldn't have had so much contact with Tang Song.
She might still be struggling with Youjie Household Services issues, controlled by Ren Mingyuan, Wang Yubo, and others.
Xu Qing immediately proudly puffed out her small chest: "Of course! But then, who asked me to be your best friend!"
She sneakily leaned closer: "Later when Xingyun goes public, I'll directly become a billionaire. Then, we'll buy a big villa with a swimming pool, keep two cats, three dogs, and just lie around counting money every day!"
Shen Yuyan looked at her little money-grubber expression, covering her mouth as she laughed lightly: "Then I'll just wait to enjoy the good life."
Xu Qing's expression paused, her dark big eyes darting around.
That dangerous thought from before uncontrollably resurfaced.
Share blessings... share hardships... of course too!
She secretly glanced at her best friend's perky, rounded bottom, her little calculations clicking away.
Yanyan's butt is so fleshy, she exercises often, more elastic than mine.
And... Yanyan isn't like me.
She could secretly put padding in her pants, even wear multiple layers of leggings.
Little Song couldn't possibly verify by pulling her pants down like he does with me, right?
After all, she's my best friend, do I, Xu Qing, have no face?
Hmm! Not bad, not bad! This plan has extremely high feasibility!
Looking at her suddenly giggling, spaced-out best friend, Shen Yuyan tapped her on the forehead.
"What are you thinking? You're about to drool."
She put down her glass, hugged Xu Qing from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder, smiling: "Qingqing, it's already 8:30. Tang Song should be done by now. Call him, ask him to come up for a drink."
"I don't want to!" Xu Qing reacted like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "He... he's with Lin Muxue."
Shen Yuyan chuckled lightly, blowing a breath by her ear: "You silly Qing, if you don't call him up now. Believe me, later, he'll make you go down and play games with your good sister Luna."
"Ah—!"
Xu Qing gasped softly, her mind instantly conjuring terrifying images.
In that apartment downstairs belonging to Lin Muxue, herself sandwiched between Little Song and "Liu Ruyan" on left and right, then...
(Indescribable, too bloody and violent, automatically blocked)
No! Absolutely not!
Weigh the pros and cons... weigh the pros and cons...
On home turf, with Yanyan backing me up, just asking him to come up for a drink, safety factor is at least guaranteed.
After an internal struggle, Miss Xu Qing finally yielded.
She took out her phone and dialed Tang Song's number.
Struggling for a bit, she still took out her phone and dialed Tang Song's number.
Eyes darting around, she said: "Hey... um... Yanyan and I are drinking upstairs, it's really good, do you want... to come up and have some too?"
"Oh... okay... got it."
Quickly hung up the phone.
She looked up, whispering to her best friend: "He said he's coming up right away."
"Received, I'll go prepare." Shen Yuyan instantly beamed with joy, quickly stood up, and walked toward the wine cabinet by the dining area.
She took out a brand new crystal glass and carefully washed it.
Then poured a glass of red wine.
Looked expectantly toward the door.
Her heartbeat unknowingly began to accelerate.
After learning about his past, she was even more addicted to the mysterious Tang Song.
.......
"Step, step, step—"
Footsteps echoed in the stairwell.
Tang Song, wearing simple casual clothes and slippers, came directly from the 20th to the 22nd floor.
Having the "wings" live together was convenient.
Having just finished "mapping" with the fake socialite, he was indeed a bit thirsty, perfect timing to go up for a drink to moisten his throat.
"Beep beep—"
Directly opened the door of unit 2202 with his fingerprint.
A scent mixed with alcohol and sweet fruit fragrance wafted over.
She wore a pink lace-trimmed ruffled camisole, with matching pink shorts below.
Her long black hair was tied into two playful pigtails, the ends still slightly damp.
She looked dewy and fresh, under the warm light, pink like an apple.
"You're here." Xu Qing pouted proudly.
"Just showered?"
"Ah! You jerk! Don't touch my hair!"
Xu Qing shrieked, like a startled rabbit, scurried away and hid beside her best friend Shen Yuyan, vigilantly glaring at him.
Base layer, yoga pants, outlining her sexy figure perfectly.
Their eyes met, Shen Yuyan took two steps forward, "BOSS, you're here."
"Mn, you've worked hard on the business trip, Shirley." Tang Song nodded.
"Not hard at all!" Shen Yuyan walked over with graceful steps, proactively coming before him, looking up at him, "I should thank you for your trust, entrusting such an important position at 'Xuanji Optical World' to me."
Just one look gave Tang Song immense emotional satisfaction.
Got to say, Campus Belle Shen really knows how to do it.
Looking at this face so close, emitting an alluring fragrance, Tang Song leaned down slightly, "Then shouldn't you show some appreciation?"
"Okay."
Shen Yuyan pursed her lips in a light smile, suppressing her wildly beating heart.
Slightly rose on her toes, leaned forward, and kissed Tang Song on the cheek.
Even touched it with the tip of her tongue.
After kissing, she stepped back as if startled, her fresh face flushing with a captivating redness.
Between him and Shen Yuyan, there had always been a tacit understanding playing with ambiguous tension.
Why was she so bold today?
But, it was indeed a bit exciting.
"I don't want to!" Xu Qing's cheeks were bright red.
Before she could say more, Shen Yuyan had already pulled her by the arm, and they both sat back on the sofa.
"Alright, don't just stand there, come sit." She blinked at Tang Song, "We're off work now, let's not talk about workplace relationships, and change how we address each other, okay? Tang Song."
"Of course, no problem." Tang Song smiled as he sat down.
"Come on, cheers."
The three raised their glasses again.
Shen Yuyan acted very enthusiastic and cheerful.
From Lu Ziming far away in America to Yanke University, then naturally from university to Tang Song's dorm.
She seemed to know Tang Song's university social circle inside out, from Li Zhixi in Modu to Lü Kai in Yancheng and others, able to share anecdotes about everyone.
She even vividly recounted how Tang Song silently ate watermelon in the corner at Lu Ziming's birthday party;
how he played an extra with only two lines in a skit at the 2018 New Year's Eve party.
Her tone was relaxed and familiar, her face wearing a gentle smile of reminiscence, as if she had transformed back into that radiant university campus belle.
Catalyzed by the slight alcohol and ambiguous lighting, the atmosphere in the living room became increasingly strange.
The two were close, and she would occasionally, because of reaching for a glass or slight body movements, inadvertently lightly brush against Tang Song. Each touch was feather-light yet carried an undeniable warmth.
Xu Qing watched this scene dazedly, her brain struggling to process.
While I'm the extra third wheel?
Tang Song, who had recently gained his third set of memories, listening to Shen Yuyan's university stories, looking at the spirited Campus Belle Shen and proudly adorable Xu Qing before him, actually felt a momentary daze.
Then, his gaze swept over the campus belle's yoga pants, and he suddenly turned his head: "Qingqing, have you thought about my previous proposal?"
"Ah? What proposal?" Xu Qing asked dazedly.
"156." Tang Song only said the number.
Xu Qing instantly understood, her face flushing bright red in an instant: "You..."
Xu Qing's heart tightened: "No, nothing..."
She hadn't figured out how to broach such a shameful topic with her best friend.
"Ah! Yanyan, don't listen to his nonsense! I..." Xu Qing anxiously wanted to cover his mouth.
But Tang Song grabbed her flailing little hand, pinched her face, "Thank you for inviting me to drink tonight. I'm in a good mood now, upgraded discount. If you two are willing to share together, then halve again, only 39 each. How about it?"
Halved and halved again?!
She... was shamelessly tempted.
If it's only 39 times, she could grit her teeth and get through it quickly!
Otherwise, with Little Song's increasingly perverted trends lately, who knows when he might whip out a little leather whip or belt!
But...
She secretly glanced at her old best friend. Scheming Yuyan's self-esteem was so strong, how could she possibly agree to such an absurd thing in front of Little Song?
"Qingqing, I said we're best sisters, share blessings, share hardships. It's fine, I'll help you."
"Yanyan... you... I..."
Their eyes met, and Xu Qing was completely stunned, perhaps from the alcohol, all sorts of messy thoughts surfacing.
She thought again about the ambiguous messages her best friend had sent Tang Song that she'd seen before.
(Shocked expression)!
She has those kinds of feelings for Little Song...??
She, she wants to share the same boyfriend with me?!
Tang Song's throat moved, his breathing becoming rapid.
He had only been joking on a whim.
Never expected Campus Belle Shen to be so into it today.
His eyes bright, he said: "Is it decided?"
"Of course." Shen Yuyan met his gaze without flinching, even elegantly tucked the hair behind her ear, "But, Tang Song, a gentleman's word. You said 39 each, you can't go back on it and add more later."
"That's good." Shen Yuyan bit her full red lips, as if making a difficult decision, "And the most crucial point, the strength of the spanking... we need to agree on in advance. I don't want to be unable to stand up tomorrow."
Tang Song, seeing her serious expression discussing "spanking strength," almost laughed out loud on the spot, could only force himself to hold it in and cooperatively nodded: "Naturally. Then what should be the standard?"
Shen Yuyan's eyes shifted, finally settling on his long, powerful hands, "How about this: you slap me a few times right now in front of Qingqing. Let's agree on the standard strength on the spot."
Tang Song: (Shocked expression)
The air in the living room became incredibly eerie and scorching at that moment.
Tang Song took a deep breath, looked at the campus belle's yoga pants, his voice low: "Okay, it's settled."
She didn't say another word, just picked up that glass of red wine and drank the remaining liquid in one go.
She seemed somewhat drunk, her body swaying unsteadily.
Turned around, leaned over the wide fabric sofa, hands braced on the sofa back, stretching her body out like a yoga pose.
This position made the gray high-elasticity yoga pants on her body instantly stretched to the limit.
From the tight, slender waist, to the full, rounded hip line, to the long, powerful thighs...
Presenting a near-perfect devilish curve, extremely visually impactful.
Tang Song's throat moved uncontrollably.
Actually, just in terms of silhouette, both the big sister and the little junior were more stunning than her.
Constantly escalating the atmosphere, making him reminisce about the past, showing deep sisterly bond with Qingqing, and now suddenly playing this game...
What man could resist?
"Tang Song." Shen Yuyan's voice carried a slight tremble but remained calm, "Start, let's see how heavy it really is."
Tang Song slowly stood up and came behind Shen Yuyan.
"Slap—"
The moment his palm made contact with the tight yoga pants, both Shen Yuyan and Xu Qing in the sofa corner shuddered violently.
"No, a bit too hard, lighter." Shen Yuyan bit her lip, her eyes becoming moist.
"Slap—"
"Still a bit heavy."
"Slap—"
"This strength is okay, try again, let's confirm."
"Slap—"
Xu Qing, hiding in the corner, finally couldn't take it anymore, grabbed a nearby cushion, and buried her burning head deep into it.
Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!!
(°□°)
Help! My best friend is about to get spanked by my boyfriend right in front of me!
Should I close my eyes, or take out my phone and record it?!
What to do?! Waiting online, quite urgent!
"Qingqing." From the sofa, came Shen Yuyan's seemingly slightly drunk, gentle voice, "I think this strength is okay. If it's only 39 times, it probably won't be a problem. Come try it too?"
Xu Qing hugged the cushion, shaking her head like a rattle-drum: "Me, me, me... I don't..."
"What?" Tang Song's leisurely voice sounded, "Yuyan already took the lead for you, and now you want to back out?"
Xu Qing opened her mouth, shrinking her neck, looking small, pitiful, and helpless.
She suddenly felt that her old best friend, compared to those seductresses like Xiao Jing and Luna, was equally dangerous!
"Slap—!" Another sound, she got hit on her behind too.
"Ouch!" Xu Qing covered her small butt.
Blinked.
? Seems... really not that painful?
When Little Song usually spanks her, he takes her pants off, and it hurts especially.
"Then... where do you want to go?" Tang Song asked, seeming to have guessed something.
Shen Yuyan licked her lips, exceptionally moist from the alcohol, pointing toward the bedroom direction: "To Qingqing's room. Directly, on the bed."
"Hey! Wait! I..." Xu Qing wanted to make one last struggle.
However, no one paid attention to her protest.
Shen Yuyan had already stood up directly. She seemed truly drunk, her steps somewhat unsteady, the stunning curves encased in yoga pants swaying slightly.
Seeing her best friend's righteous and fearless demeanor, Xu Qing had no choice but to brace herself and follow her into her own bedroom.
Tang Song followed closely behind.
"Squeak—" The door gently closed.
On the soft large bed, Xu Qing and Shen Yuyan lay face down on the quilt.
"Don't worry, I know my limits." Tang Song stood by the bed.
He looked down at this breathtaking scene on the bed, his hand pausing slightly in the air before descending.
The feel was beyond words, but more importantly was the ultimate psychological satisfaction.
Unaware of how much time had passed, when the final slap landed, Xu Qing abruptly sprang up from the bed, covering her behind, turning to glare at Tang Song with a fierce threat: "Done! Done! Agree first, you can't hit me anymore!"
Xu Qing pushed her: "Yanyan, get up already."
Shen Yuyan slightly turned her head, her fresh face bright red, eyes dazed, voice so soft it could squeeze out water: "...I can't move."
"Then... then what to do?"
"It's fine." Shen Yuyan struggled to move toward the inside of the bed, directly closing her eyes, "I'll just sleep here... haven't slept with you in a long time anyway."
Hey! No... the key point is Tang Song is here too, hey!
Xu Qing instantly bristled: "Hey hey hey! Yanyan isn't feeling well, let's go sleep in her room."