novelraw Chapter 774: Recovery and a New Outfit
Chapter 774: Recovery and a New Outfit
The night had completely settled in.
Outside the window, Paris' nightscape spread across the glass in a kaleidoscope of shimmering lights.
Inside the master bedroom, the air was scorching and thick.
Tang Song's eyes were wide open, his breathing ragged, his back rigid.
That scalp-tingling sensation lasted only a few seconds.
Yet, like a high-voltage current, it pierced through every nerve in his body.
Su Yu slowly straightened up.
Her face was stained with an unnatural flush, stray hairs damp with sweat clung to her temples.
Her amber eyes held a hazy light.
Watching Tang Song's struggle to suppress his reactions, she suddenly extended her pink tongue, slowly licking her lower lip.The movement was elegant, like a boast, like savoring a memory.
That peerlessly beautiful face bloomed with a faint, intoxicating satisfaction.
Yet it exuded a palpitation-inducing, wicked aura.
Tang Song's chest heaved violently, his breath scalding.
He had never imagined Su Yu could be this unhinged.
Noticing his gaze that seemed almost predatory, Su Yu did not retreat.
She turned slightly, leaning lazily against the headboard, pulling the duvet up to her waist.
Her palm gently pressed against his chest.
Feeling that thump, thump, thump, like a runaway drumbeat.
The corner of her lips curled up, utterly satisfied.
Though her face was still pale from illness, her entire being seemed like a blooming poppy, radiating a searing, sweet fragrance.
"Tang Song..." Su Yu's voice was soft, yet brimming with competitive desire, "I went deeper than she did, right?"
"...Right." Tang Song's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse.
It wasn't just physical stimulation; it was a psychological shockwave that overwhelmed him.
His mind kept replaying the moment she leaned in close.
Her waterfall of hair cascaded over her shoulders as she brushed it aside.
Her slender neck, her flushed lips.
Secretary Jin had left six marks.
And she had made seven.
"That's good." Su Yu giggled dreamily, then suddenly asked, "Then... did you do it with her in New York?"
"No." Tang Song shook his head.
"Wonderful." Getting the answer she wanted, the smile in her eyes deepened, even rippling with a hint of teasing. "Just as I thought. She can't do anything except get you all covered in saliva."
Tang Song's mouth twitched, momentarily speechless.
Su Yu covered her mouth with a light laugh, then quickly reined in her smile, reverting to that sickly demeanor.
She withdrew her hand, pouting delicately: "I want water. I'm so thirsty, my throat is so dry."
Tang Song took a deep breath, turned, and picked up the glass of warm water already prepared on the bedside table.
Just as he was about to hand it to her.
"I want you to feed me." Su Yu didn't reach out to take it. Instead, she slightly parted her red lips.
Tang Song carefully brought the rim of the glass to her lips, tilting it slowly.
Su Yu drank from his hand, taking small sips.
However, halfway through drinking.
"Cough..." She suddenly seemed to choke, giving a light cough, her lips parting slightly.
"Splash—"
A clear trickle of water escaped the corner of her mouth.
It slid down her slender neck, over her delicate collarbone, all the way down, finally rolling into the neckline of her tight-fitting undershirt.
The white fabric was instantly soaked, clinging tightly to her skin.
Su Yu let out a soft hum, looked up at him with a resentful gaze: "You fed me too fast... It's your fault, you made me all wet."
"Erm... Sorry." Tang Song was helpless.
He had been extremely careful just now. With his control over his hands, steady as a surgeon's, it was impossible for it to spill.
This was clearly the female star herself deliberately spitting the water out!
This was an act!
Yet Su Yu's flawless acting left no room for doubt.
"I don't want to hear it." Su Yu petulantly cut off his explanation, her face showing a mix of grievance and spoiled coquettishness. "It's wet and sticky, so uncomfortable... You dry it for me."
Tang Song reached for the tissue box on the nightstand.
"Not with a tissue!"
Su Yu grabbed his hand.
She looked at him, dangerous and mesmerizing lights flickering in her eyes.
Her hand gently touched Tang Song's lips, her thumb pad rubbing against his lower lip.
"Tissue is too rough. I want you... to use this."
Tang Song's heartbeat, which had just steadied, accelerated again, pounding against his ribcage.
He looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, and lowered his head.
Smooth, soft, and bouncy, carrying a faint scent of sea salt and the lingering, feverish warmth.
Su Yu closed her eyes, leaning weakly against the headboard.
Though the sudden illness left her body weak, her limbs sore.
But to be cared for like this by him.
It was truly blissful.
So blissful it made her soul tremble and scream.
......
Dinner was meticulously prepared by the apartment's private chef who came to the residence.
Considering Su Yu was still recovering, the menu avoided heavy French cuisine, opting instead for a specially crafted set of nourishing dishes:
Black truffle clarified chicken broth, low-temperature slow-cooked deep-sea blue lobster with caviar, bird's nest with lily and snow pear stew...
Su Yu called Qiuqiu, who had been staying in the guest room, out.
The three of them sat around the fine-grained walnut dining table.
Su Yu and Qiuqiu sat side by side, facing Tang Song.
Tang Song's gaze occasionally lingered between the two of them.
Under the light, their facial features, the spacing of their brows and eyes, even their slender bone structures and builds, bore a startling resemblance.
Su Yu was like a blooming rose, lazy and alluring, radiantly captivating;
Qiuqiu was like a newly blossoming wild rose, shy and timid, her eyes full of starlight.
Sitting together, they looked almost like biological sisters.
Of course, compared to Su Yu's near-perfect visage, Qiuqiu's features, while slightly less refined, possessed a more genuine and vivid quality.
It's worth mentioning.
Earlier, upon arriving at the apartment and first meeting Qiuqiu, Tang Song had already plucked that blooming 【Camellia】.
The harvesting of the 【Dream Flower Seed】 needed to be done in person.
His attributes had increased once again as a result.
【Physique: 84, Stamina: 86, Agility: 88, Comprehension: 89】
Looking at the line of numbers gradually approaching the 90 mark, Tang Song felt a stir in his heart.
He knew very well that in the 《Heartthrob Simulator》 game, 90 points was a crucial threshold.
Once broken through, certain aspects of the body would undergo a true qualitative transformation.
"Why aren't you eating? What are you thinking about?"
Su Yu's voice interrupted his thoughts.
She was using serving chopsticks to place a piece of lobster meat into Qiuqiu's bowl.
"Qiuqiu, eat more. I'm sorry for calling you all the way to Paris. Please make yourself at home here. I've never treated you as a guest."
Qiuqiu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded quickly. "Th-thank you, Sis Yu. It's not hard at all... I'm very happy."
She secretly glanced up at Tang Song across the table, then at Su Yu gently serving her food beside her.
A strange, overflowing sense of happiness welled up in her heart.
Even though, in reality, Tang Song was with another woman.
But... that was Su Yu.
The idol who had been her faith throughout her youth.
To be able to share a meal like family with her idol, even sharing the same secret affection.
This absurd yet fulfilling feeling gave her an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
She even wanted to go further.
The dinner atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious.
Su Yu chatted animatedly about interesting stories from filming in Paris, occasionally asking Qiuqiu questions about painting.
Actually, Su Yu was quite good at painting and often participated in designing her own costumes.
And Tang Song's 【Painting - Sketching Skill】 was also obtained from 【Su Yu's Soul's Acclaim】.
In this regard, she had common ground with Qiuqiu and Lingling.
Tang Song listened quietly nearby, timely offering tissues or helping to serve food.
Outside the window, the nightscape was dazzling; inside, warmth flowed.
At eight in the evening, dinner ended.
Qiuqiu, being very sensible, went back to her room to "adjust to the time difference."
Only Tang Song and Su Yu remained in the living room.
The two sat side by side on the carpet by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the Eiffel Tower flash on the hour outside.
They didn't speak much, but the closeness was palpable.
The night deepened.
Su Yu leaned against Tang Song's chest, her face slightly flushed again.
Tang Song touched her forehead, his brow furrowing slightly. "The fever's back."
The temperature wasn't as high as in the afternoon, but it was indeed rising.
"Mmm..." Su Yu nuzzled against his chest, her voice soft and weak.
"Go lie down in bed."
"You stay with me."
"Okay."
Tang Song gently picked her up and carried her towards the master bedroom.
The room temperature was comfortable, the lighting soft.
Su Yu lay on her side on the bed, cheeks flushed, eyes somewhat dazed.
But she couldn't bear to sleep, just kept looking at him.
Every few minutes, she would softly call out:
"Tang Song."
Hearing his response, she would smile.
Occasionally, taking advantage of the fever, she would call out more intimate names:
"Little Song..." or "Little Tang..."
She called out casually and naturally, her brows and eyes gentle, as if returning to that unreserved age of their first meeting in Anzhu Park.
And each of his responses was like a tiny light, quietly illuminating those years of silent waiting.
.....
This illness came on fiercely and urgently, proving more stubborn than imagined.
It didn't improve as expected the next day; after the high fever subsided, it flared up again once.
Perhaps because "Tang Song is here" was too important, too overwhelming for Su Yu.
That tightly strung cord of five years suddenly snapped, and the pent-up emotions and exhaustion poured out through this illness like a burst dam.
For her, this was also a true release and healing from the depths of her soul.
With the private medical team coming to administer IV drips and Tang Song's constant, attentive care,
Finally, by noon on December 24th, 2023, Christmas Eve, the day before Su Yu's birthday,
After the last bottle of nutrient solution was finished, her illness was finally cured.
That sickly pallor completely faded away, replaced by a bright, clear complexion like after a cleansing rain.
Having been confined to bed for two full days, she was utterly bored.
Besides, today was Christmas Eve, and all of Paris was steeped in festive romance.
"Tang Song." Su Yu held his hand, amber eyes sparkling with longing. "Take me for a city walk. We promised before. I won't cause you any trouble."
This was a long-cherished wish of hers.
A fantasy that began back in 2017.
Back home, she was a superstar under the spotlight. Even fully disguised, appearing on the streets could cause a commotion.
That simple happiness of holding hands and strolling like an ordinary couple was a luxury for her.
But here in Paris,
While she still had recognition, it was far from the omnipresent fame back home.
Plus, with clothing as concealment, in this city that champions freedom and privacy, she could indulge a little.
Tang Song met her gaze, planting a light kiss on her forehead.
"Okay. Whatever you say."
Su Yu chuckled softly, grabbed his hand, and dashed into the massive walk-in closet.
It was filled with the latest season's haute couture from top-tier brands, many of which hadn't even debuted on the runway yet before being delivered to her wardrobe.
In fact, back when Tang Song helped Su Yu secure top endorsements, he had secretly acquired shares in several luxury groups through asset management platforms.
For example, he held a stake in LVMH as well.
And this portion of equity was also managed by Su Yu on his behalf.
Su Yu stood before the wardrobe, showing no intention of asking Tang Song to leave.
She turned her back to him, her finger lightly hooking.
The nightgown slid smoothly onto the carpet.
A perfect, comic-book physique was presented before Tang Song.
Her shoulder blades were sharp and clear, as if ready to take flight; her waist was so slender it seemed it might snap with a single touch.
Her skin was exquisite.
Not merely pale, but possessing a fine, misty, cloud-like texture, like wind brushing through ethereal wisps.
She turned around, completely unfazed by Tang Song's scorching gaze, picking up various outfits to hold against herself.
"How about this one? It's a new Dior coat. Is it too serious?"
She draped a gray cashmere coat over herself, twirling lightly in front of him.
Tang Song sat on the leather stool by the island counter, resting his chin on his hand, smiling and shaking his head.
"Then this one? MiuMiu's, a bit more playful?"
She changed into a short fur jacket, paired with a plaid skirt.
Tang Song remained silent, just watching quietly, responding with his eyes.
Then came the third outfit, the fourth...
Chanel's tweed suit, Celine's minimalist trench coat, MaxMara's teddy bear coat...
She changed tirelessly.
With each change, she walked up to him, twirled, struck a pose, waiting for his evaluation.
If he nodded or a light flickered in his eyes, she would happily run to the mirror for another look;
If his reaction was lukewarm, she would simply take it off without hesitation and try the next.
She was a born clothes hanger, the creator's favorite.
No matter the style, the material, once on her body, she could interpret it with top-tier allure.
That versatility, that sense of control and accomplishment—"I can make her become whatever I envision"—
Was truly the world's most supreme enjoyment.
Watching this scene unfold, Tang Song's gaze gradually grew distant.
An overwhelming sense of déjà vu washed over him.
He felt as if he had returned to the days when he was still obsessed with the 《Heartthrob Simulator》 game.
Back then, aside from playing with Secretary Jin,
Back then, aside from interacting with Secretary Jin, his favorite thing was opening the 【Su Yu】 character panel and entering the 【Outfit Change】 interface.
A click of the mouse, and the pixelated female star on screen would instantly change into various glamorous outfits.
He could dress her up, shape her, bestow upon her a thousand styles as he pleased.
And these images, within the 【Feather of Memory】 he possessed, were actually blurry, unclear.
Probably because they weren't that important, just occasional pastimes.
But for him now,
It was as if the screen had shattered, the virtual bleeding into reality.
That "female star" he could only click on with a mouse was now standing alive before him.
She had warmth, breath, emotions.
Yet she still held that absolute compliance and desire to please him, just like in the game.
Even more vivid, more enticing than in the game.
The corner of Tang Song's mouth curved into a satisfied arc.
Who could resist a peerless beauty who completely belonged to them, whose eyes were full of them, and who was willing to wear anything for them?
This was the joy of cultivation.
This was the perfect female star he had personally cultivated.
"How about this set? Tang Song?"
Su Yu's voice pulled him back to the present.
She turned around, showing him this carefully coordinated look.
The top was a wine-red metallic-thread sweater, high-quality, shimmering with a pearlescent sheen under the light, making her skin appear even more snow-white.
A retro black newsboy cap was tilted on her head, holding back a few stray hairs, playful yet exuding a French blend of laziness and chic.
The bottom was an extremely form-fitting pair of black skinny jeans, clinging to her straight, long, perfectly shaped legs like a second skin.
It possessed both high-fashion sensibility and a vibrant, eye-catching charm.
A flash of admiration passed through Tang Song's eyes.
He walked up to her, reaching out to gently adjust the hair falling by her temple.
Then he lowered his head, planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Perfect. This set it is."
"My dear female star, actually, you look good in anything."
Su Yu's amber eyes suddenly rippled with a smile, layer upon layer, like sunlight dancing on wind-ruffled water.
"What about you?" She lightly tapped his chest with her fingertip. "Do you want to change clothes too? In the wardrobe in the other bedroom, I've prepared quite a few new season items in your size."
Tang Song smiled and shook his head. "No need. I brought clothes."
Saying this, he pulled open a separate cabinet door at the innermost part of the walk-in closet.
This was the space Su Yu had Cheng Xiaoxi clear out for him in advance, neatly hanging several sets of spare clothes he brought from his private jet.
This was the benefit of owning your own Bombardier Global 7500.
He could fly anywhere in the world with all his "gear" as he pleased.
"Then change quickly."
Su Yu showed no intention of leaving. Instead, she leaned leisurely against the island counter, her gaze fixed on him.
Tang Song naturally didn't mind.
The shirt came off.
Broad shoulders, clearly defined pectorals, sculpted abdominal muscles were revealed one by one.
As he turned to fetch clothes, the muscles of his back shifted like mountain ranges, full of coiled, ready-to-spring power.
Su Yu's gaze fell directly on him, her eyes filled with undisguised appreciation and craving.
Her illness was cured, her condition at its peak.
Her birthday was approaching.
It was time to "devour" him.
Tang Song took out a coordinated outfit from the cabinet.
Dark gray slightly wide-leg wool trousers, a caramel-colored thick-knit turtleneck sweater, brown casual leather shoes.
"Ding—"
The system interface unfolded before his eyes.
【Outfit - Autumn Encounter】 has been equipped.
This outfit not only provided attribute bonuses and warmth, but also came with a slight luck boost.
Perfect for today's Paris streets.
As Tang Song put on his shoes and stood up.
"Hum—"
The outfit effect quietly activated.
Su Yu, who had been watching him all along, blinked slightly.
The soft lighting fell perfectly on him, outlining his tall, straight silhouette and clean lines.
The caramel-colored sweater made him look warm and affectionate.
His cool-toned white skin was fine and full.
A faint smile played on his lips.
At this moment, he was gentle, restrained, exuding a rich artistic temperament within his lazy demeanor.
Like a noble young master in an old film, sitting by a café window, flipping through a book of poetry.
This was exactly the "him" she had fantasized about—the one most suited to Paris, and most suited to her.
Covered head to toe in worldly charm and romance.
"How is it?" Tang Song asked.
"Perfect, my dear Tang Song."