Chapter 110: The Beauty Therapist Who Casts Magic

Two people with no kissing experience were just sucking on each other's lips.

Zhao Zhao Yaqian raised her head, her eyelashes fluttering like butterflies.

"Creak—" The zipper was slowly opened.

The light sunscreen jacket opened a crack, revealing the white pure cotton base layer inside.

The flat lower abdomen and the raised truth formed a charming curve.

"Ah—" Zhao Zhao Yaqian opened her mouth, and the truth curve began to change freely.

Heavy breathing sprayed on each other's faces.

Even through the clothes, Tang Song could feel the amazing tension.

Looking at the flushed pretty face of his beauty therapist friend, a sense of possessive satisfaction welled up in his heart.

Scenes from the month since he met her flashed through his mind.

He raised his head.

Zhao Zhao Yaqian slowly opened her blurred eyes, and her voice was soft and crisp: "Brother Song, you..."

Tang Song met her gaze and asked with a smile: "Zhao Zhao Yaqian, do you have a good impression of me? I mean boyfriend and girlfriend."

Zhao Zhao Yaqian lowered her head, looked at the big hand still on her chest, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I like you."

Immediately after, her full and moist lips were blocked again.

The bangs on her forehead were scattered at some point, stuck between the two.

The air in the car gradually became hot.

Two novice men and women, in the blurred night, greedily sucked on each other's breath, feeling that the whole world was left with only each other.

On the way back, the corners of Tang Song's mouth couldn't be pressed down.

His fingers kept dancing on her thighs.

The only pity was that Qian Qian was wearing long pants; it would

Tiankuo Garden, Building 6, Unit 2.

Zhao Zhao Yaqian climbed out of the car, feeling her legs a bit weak.

She picked up the LV gift bag from the back seat, held it in front of her with both hands, looked at Tang Song, and smiled: "Brother Song, thank you for the gift, I like it very much, I've never bought anything so expensive before."

"This bag is a medium Carryall, it suits your height very well." Tang Song looked at the tall and sexy beautician and added: "And the phone, use it often too."

"Mm-hmm, definitely, I'll switch to the new phone tonight!" Zhao Zhao Yaqian looked at the phone box in the bag, full of joy.

"I mean, take more photos and share your inner-layer style."

"Ah—" Zhao Zhao Yaqian bit her lip, "I know."

"Then that's it, go back and sleep early, I know you're very tired today." Tang Song stepped forward and touched her soft hair, his eyes full of concern.

Zhao Zhao Yaqian nodded, stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek, her big eyes blinking, "Bye-bye~"

"Bye-bye~"

After walking two steps, Zhao Zhao Yaqian turned back, looked at Tang Song, and said sweetly: "Be careful on the road, I'll miss you tonight."

After saying that, she trotted away, the gift bag in her hand swinging back and forth, and she walked lightly.

Watching her departing back, Tang Song let out a long breath.

Tonight, for the first time, he personally felt the truth of a girl, and his heart was full of joy.

The only pity was that when he reached his hand in, he was stopped by the shy beautician; it seemed he still had to take it step by step.

He saw the hallway light on the 4th floor turn on and then off.

Only then did Tang Song get in the car and drive toward Yanjing Yanjing Tiancheng.

……

Walking into the room door, Zhao Zhao Yaqian kicked off her shoes directly, not even having time to put on slippers, and ran "thump, thump, thump" to the bedroom door, opening He He Liting's door.

Tonight she had too much joy to share with her best friend.

"Tingzi! Eh? Why aren't you here?"

She blinked, Zhao Zhao Yaqian returned to the living room and took her phone out of her bag.

Just as she lit up the screen, she instantly saw several missed calls.

They were all from He He Liting.

Zhao Zhao Yaqian's face turned pale; she suddenly realized she seemed to have forgotten to tell He He Liting that Tang Song had come to pick her up.

Her phone was always on vibrate during work hours.

But today she was in too much of a hurry to get off work, and didn't have time to turn on the ringtone.

It was already 11 o'clock; according to her normal schedule, she should have been home long ago.

She unlocked the screen and dialed back quickly.

The call was connected quickly.

Immediately after, an urgent voice sounded: "Qian Qian! What's wrong with you? Why haven't you been answering the phone? Where are you?"

Zhao Zhao Yaqian said guiltily: "Sorry Tingzi, I forgot to tell you, Tang Song picked me up from work today, I'm already home."

"Ah ah ah!" A scream sounded, "Dead Qian Qian! I was so worried about you, I waited for you at the bus stop for 20 minutes on my electric scooter, you heartless thing..."

Zhao Zhao Yaqian held the phone away, and after He He Liting finally stopped, she acted like a spoiled child: "Sorry, I won't do it again, Tingzi, you're big-hearted, forgive me this time."

"Wait until I get back and teach you a lesson!" He He Liting shouted and hung up the phone directly.

Zhao Zhao Yaqian stuck out her tongue, stood in place for a while, her face flushed, and she took a clean pair of underwear from the balcony and returned to the bedroom.

She was especially tired today and had sweated a lot, and her clothes were all wet.

When Zhao Zhao Yaqian, who had changed into pajamas, returned to the living room, she heard the rapid footsteps coming from the hallway.

Immediately after, the door was opened, and He He Liting walked in angrily.

Just as she was about to speak, Zhao Zhao Yaqian interrupted directly: "Tingzi, hurry and come see what this is!"

He He Liting looked in the direction her finger was pointing and saw the open orange box and the exquisite, beautiful bag inside.

Seeing the familiar vegetable-tanned leather, He He Liting walked over quickly, surprised: "This is… an LV bag?"

Zhao Zhao Yaqian's eyes flashed with sparks of joy, and she nodded vigorously: "LV Carryall, the one Zhang Wenju showed us before."

"Is this also a high-quality replica?" He He Liting widened her eyes.

Their fellow villager Zhang Wenju was also in Yancheng, and she would get together with them from time to time.

The other party had such a bag and often showed it off, but it was later pointed out by someone who knew their stuff that it was a high-quality replica.

She remembered that awkward scene.

Zhao Zhao Yaqian held the bag to her chest and said triumphantly: "Of course not! This must be genuine, it's a gift from Brother Song! I just checked, it's 21,000!"

She stood up, slung the bag over her shoulder, and spun around several times in front of He He Liting.

"Isn't it beautiful? The leather shoulder strap can be adjusted freely; it can be carried on one shoulder, cross-body, or detached. The space inside is super large, and there are many inner pockets. I tried it—makeup bag, water bottle, umbrella, tablet computer are all no problem."

She really liked this bag super much; it matched her height, and it felt especially cool to carry.

He He Liting grinned, not caring about being angry with her anymore; she stepped forward and touched the bag gently.

The feel was soft and comfortable, the stitching was even and dense, the hardware accessories were smooth and textured, and the whole thing gave people an exquisite and high-end feeling.

She didn't know if it was a preconceived illusion, but it felt much, much better than Zhang Wenju's high-quality replica.

He He Liting said sourly: "Qian Qian, Tang Song is really good to you, actually giving you such an expensive bag."

Zhao Zhao Yaqian stuck out her tongue, opened the bag, and smiled: "Look inside, there's something else too."

He He Liting was stunned and reached in to dig around.

Immediately after, she took out a plastic-sealed Apple phone.

"Hmph hmph, I have the latest flagship phone now too. Last time we ate, Zhang Wenju and Li Li Yuanyuan laughed at me. Later, I'm going to make them die of envy!" Zhao Zhao Yaqian rubbed her fists.

"Forget about them, I'm dying of envy!" He He Liting looked at the bag, then at the phone worth over 10,000, her eyes turning red.

She knew Tang Song drove a BMW and his family should be quite rich, but she didn't expect him to be so generous.

She knew some rich boys, but she had never seen one who could casually give a gift worth over 30,000.

"By the way Qian Qian, what stage have you two developed to?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhao Yaqian's face turned red immediately, "Nothing yet, just normal… boyfriend and girlfriend."

Indeed nothing yet, just touching her legs and chest through her clothes.

Thinking of the scorching heat she felt when they hugged today, Zhao Zhao Yaqian pressed her legs together, her mind wandering.

After a moment, Zhao Zhao Yaqian said: "Tingzi, I haven't said it before, but actually Brother Song is richer than I thought, the car he drives now is a BMW."

"I see… then he's really quite outstanding." He He Liting pursed her lips, "Qian Qian, I think your understanding of him is still too little. In the process of getting along in the future, you can ask more about his situation, such as his family background, career, and emotional history."

She hadn't forgotten that rich girl wearing Burberry.

"Mm, I know." Zhao Zhao Yaqian replied casually and smiled: "Come on Tingzi, let's unwrap the new phone together!"

He He Liting didn't say anything more, sat on the sofa, and watched Zhao Zhao Yaqian happily unwrap the phone, activate it, switch the card, and migrate the data…

Tossing and turning until 12 o'clock, Zhao Zhao Yaqian put away the phone with satisfaction, washed up, and went to sleep.

Lying in bed, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at all, her mind full of Tang Song's hands and mouth.

Brother Song's mouth smelled so good, it felt so comfortable to kiss.

His hands were also very beautiful, slender and fair, and especially flexible.

The moonlight outside the window was covered by cloud layers, faint and blurry.

The 19-year-old beautician licked her lips and began to form seals with both hands, attempting to cast a spell.