Chapter 141: Wen Ruan's Truth, All Over the Hands

A faint scent of perfume rushed into his nose, stirring his heartstrings.

Her lips were just like her name, warm and soft.

After a quiet kiss for a while, seeing that Wen Ruan didn't have any resistance, Tang Song's courage grew much larger.

His body moved forward, and he gently placed his hand on her leg.

Wen Ruan's legs were typical honey thighs, not overly pursuing thinness, but emphasizing health and a moderate sense of muscle.

Strong and powerful, full and fleshy, the curves were round and smooth, very elastic.

Feeling the delicate and plump touch, Tang Song's mood was at its peak.

After a moment, Wen Ruan gently bit his tongue, pushed him away, and then rolled flexibly on the bed, escaping Tang Song's attack range.

Looking at his red-lipped and white-toothed mouth, Wen Ruan licked her lips, feeling a bit puzzled in her heart.

Tang Song had eaten a lot of barbecue at night and hadn't had time to brush his teeth, so why was his mouth still so fresh, making her lose control a bit?

Curling her legs up and resting her chin on her knees, Wen Ruan pretended to be afraid. "Little brother, what were you doing just now? Why did you suddenly kiss me? You scared the big sister to death. Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"

"Sister Wen Ruan, you were clearly enjoying it just now." Tang Song was a bit speechless. "Besides, you admitted in front of your colleagues that I'm your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend..." Wen Ruan murmured, then suddenly smiled charmingly at him. "Looking at your kissing and leg-touching movements just now, you're quite skilled. You don't look like a pure programmer. I feel like Lili's intelligence has an error, and I need to observe you further."

"Uh." Tang Song opened his mouth in astonishment, feeling a bit guilty, and looked away without arguing.

In this regard, he really couldn't refute it; after all, there was still a girlfriend named Zhao Yaqian.

His self-awareness was very clear; if there were no system, he would be an "ordinary person who is greedy for money and lust, but full of righteousness."

Including his treatment of his former white moonlight, his initial attraction was also because of her appearance and figure.

However, a person's life must have one reckless moment.

At that time, he was in an innocent age of youthful budding.

So he studied hard during college, improved himself, and after giving up on the postgraduate entrance exam for his family, he resolutely ran to the Imperial Capital to work.

After getting along for a year and a half, deeply understanding her life, social circle, and career, perceiving the gap between the two sides, plus what her mother said, the fire in his heart gradually extinguished.

So when she asked, "The industrial chain in the south is more perfect, and the investors want us to move to Shencheng. Song, are you going to accompany me?" he chose to let go.

Looking at Tang Song, who suddenly became silent, Wen Ruan's heart tightened, and she had some not-so-good guesses.

However, she didn't choose to expose it on the spot. With her long-term career and high emotional intelligence, she was no longer that innocent little girl.

With the degree of excellence Tang Song showed now, to say there were no competitors would be a joke.

After seeing the reactions of those female colleagues downstairs, she was mentally prepared.

"Hmph!" Wen Ruan got out of bed directly, put on disposable slippers, and turned around. "I have to go back; staying here is too dangerous."

"Why don't you sleep here tonight? The weather is too cold at night, and I'm worried you'll be uncomfortable." Tang Song looked at her mature and plump body, his voice a bit dry.

Wen Ruan smiled. "I have warm patches and painkillers; I'm much better now, so don't worry."

After speaking, she continued to walk toward the door, but her pace was especially slow, and she seemed to be hesitating.

Looking at her back, Tang Song suddenly said softly, "I like you! Wen Ruan."

Wen Ruan was stunned, and the corners of her mouth turned up behind his back.

"Knock, knock, knock—" A gentle knocking sound rang out.

Two crisp female voices sounded outside the door.

"Tang Song, we're playing Werewolf in Room 412, and we're missing one person. Do you want to join?"

"Anyway, it's Sunday tomorrow, let's happy together!"

Wen Ruan was stunned and recognized that it was those two colleagues. Her voice was a bit cold. "He's quite tired today, and he has to drive tomorrow, so he won't participate. Have fun."

"Ah! Okay, okay. Sorry to bother you."

Two exclamations sounded outside the door, and the sound of footsteps gradually moved away.

Muttering something in a low voice, Wen Ruan suddenly squatted down, clutching her stomach.

"It hurts! It hurts! Maybe it's because I caught a cold wind on the way upstairs just now, and my stomach is suddenly hurting like crazy."

Tang Song hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, rubbed his palms together, and asked with concern, "Let me help you rub it."

"That... okay." Wen Ruan bit her lip. "Then come over."

Tang Song approached her, and the two bodies were tightly pressed together.

"Turn around and face me."

Tang Song was stunned, obediently turned sideways, and looked at her face-to-face.

Wen Ruan also turned sideways, back-to-back, and slowly leaned back.

Soon, Wen Ruan's sexy body appeared in his arms.

Her fluffy long hair happened to be on his face, and the pleasant shampoo scent rushed into his nasal cavity.

Tang Song lowered his head and could see her slender neck, exquisite collarbone, and towering breasts.

Because they were too full, through the neckline, he could see many wonderful sceneries he had never appreciated before.

Among the girls he knew, this should be the largest; maybe it was because of her large frame, looking even fuller than the E-cup of his white moonlight.

Tang Song couldn't help but take a deep breath and let it out long, his hot breath spraying on Wen Ruan's delicate skin, stirring up a layer of fine goosebumps.

Her whole body shivered, and she rubbed her legs hard, patting Tang Song's arm. "Aren't you going to help me rub my stomach? What are you dazing for!"

Tang Song took off the slippers on his feet, spread his legs, and held Wen Ruan in his arms, his chest tightly pressed against her back.

He wasn't a slow-witted male lead in a 2D world; naturally, he saw the big sister's intentions.

Wen Ruan's body trembled, and she instantly softened, her whole person lazily leaning in his arms.

Tang Song wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his hands covering her abdomen, rubbing gently.

Zero-distance contact with her vest line, the tight touch made his heart beat.

The temperature in the room rose instantly, and the skin in contact was burning hot.

She couldn't help but open her eyes, secretly looking at his big hands with distinct knuckles.

Slender and elastic, and especially warm.

It's hard to imagine what a shocking scene it would be if he were asked to help seal and cast spells.

It would definitely be much more comfortable than using a fascia gun herself.

Maybe she would directly be promoted to a magic god, casually casting a forbidden spell that floods the Golden Mountain.

Thinking of this, she bit her lower lip hard, and her hands unconsciously placed themselves between her legs.

"Woo~" A soft moan came from her nasal cavity.

Her voice was already very pleasant, gentle and graceful, tender as water; at this moment, in such an environment, it carried 10 times the lethality.

Tang Song lowered his head, pressed his lips to the junction of her shoulder and neck, and took a deep breath.

This ambiguous, moving, and blurred atmosphere was incomparably wonderful, more intoxicating than the real thing.

Especially since the object was Wen Ruan, this mature and plump big sister; that experience was truly amazing.

Wen Ruan closed her eyes gently, her face flushed.

This lasted for nearly half an hour.

Wen Ruan let out a long breath and whispered, "That's enough, little brother; I feel much better."

This was true; her whole body was warm, as if she had soaked in a hot spring or had a spa.

Tang Song's hand stopped slowly, but it didn't leave her lower abdomen.

Wen Ruan smiled and asked instead, "Tell me about your work recently, can you?"

"Of course." Tang Song adjusted his sitting posture, held Wen Ruan tighter, leaned into her ear, and began to whisper.

From the establishment of the company, to the recruitment of the team, to the situation of live streaming and bringing goods.

After being optimized by 【Magical Throat Lozenge】, his voice was very pleasant, clear and magnetic, making Wen Ruan squint her eyes comfortably.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly asked, "By the way, your partner, is it a man or a woman?"

"Uh... a girl." Tang Song didn't mean to hide it. "She's the same age as me and is a very capable person. With her there, I don't have to worry much about the company."

Hearing this, Wen Ruan's eyes instantly widened a bit, and she sat up from his arms. "What time is it?"

Tang Song picked up the phone on the bedside table and lit up the screen. "23:36."

Wen Ruan stretched, yawned, and said, "That's it; I have to go back to sleep."

Tang Song held her waist and didn't let go. "Sleep here tonight."

Wen Ruan patted his hand and pretended to be serious. "Are you trying to force me?"

"Of course not." Tang Song shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, the phone in his hand vibrated, and he received a WeChat message.

【Xu Qing: Picture. jpg】

Wen Ruan raised her eyebrows, turned her body, pressed her arm against his chest, and smiled half-heartedly. "It's so late, who sent you a message? If you dare to let me take a look, I'll stay tonight."

This name looked like a girl's, which was just right for understanding Tang Song's private life.

Tang Song pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and showed a determined smile. "It's a deal!"

He and Xu Qing hadn't known each other for long and weren't very familiar; they had been talking about work.

Yesterday, he even asked her to help draft a procurement contract.

She couldn't have suddenly gone crazy and sent him some messy photos, right?

Therefore, this picture must be related to work!

Wen Ruan tilted her head slightly, leaned on his shoulder, and stared at his phone without blinking.

Tang Song clicked in from the notification, and soon, a photo appeared on the screen.

It was a photo of Xu Qing wearing a Lolita dress and a wig, a typical cosplay outfit, and a bit sexy.

Tang Song's brows jumped, and he shouted "Damn" in his heart.

Xu Qing! What kind of madness are you sending this in the middle of the night!

In college, she was the president of the school's cosplay club and often participated in various comic cons. Tang Song had also scrolled past similar photos on forums and in groups.

But the problem was why she had to send it to him at this time!?

Outrageous!

"Hehe." Wen Ruan laughed dryly, reached out to click on the photo, and tutted. "Not bad! Young, beautiful, lively, and cute, and she likes to play cosplay. She should be your favorite type."

Tang Song's mouth twitched, and he explained, "She is our company's external legal counsel. We only talked about work before. I don't know why she suddenly sent this kind of photo to me. You can flip through the chat history."

"No need, I don't have the habit of flipping through other people's chat content." Wen Ruan shook her head and was silent for a moment. "Go wash up."

"Then you..."

"I brushed my teeth a long time ago; didn't you taste it?" She pointed to her mouth and then said, "Don't worry, since I've already promised you, I'll definitely stay tonight."

"That's good, wait for me, very soon."

Watching Tang Song walk into the bathroom, Wen Ruan pursed her lips, her gaze full of sorrow.

She really liked this one! But the pressure of competition seemed too great.

She had confidence in herself now, but what about the future?

Although she didn't want to admit it, she would be 30 years old soon. Could she still compete by then?

18 or 19-year-old little girls, watery skin, youthful and hot bodies—she had once possessed them too, so she naturally knew how much temptation they had.

Beicheng Garden Community.

"Tap-tap-tap—"

"Tap-tap-tap—"

In the bedroom with white decoration style, the sound of mechanical keyboard tapping rang out from time to time.

Lines of text jumped on the computer screen.

Xu Qing's eyes were a bit listless, and she kept yawning.

She had been out playing all day and hadn't had time to update. It was already 8:00 PM when she came back after eating.

She had to bite the bullet and stay up late to code. When she had no ideas in her brain, she sent the previous plot to the "Beauty of 2D" group, letting them discuss it frantically and provide her with material and ideas.

As an excellent graduate of the Law School of Yancheng University of Technology, her writing foundation was naturally quite remarkable. What she lacked was experience and plot. As long as there was a good direction in the group, she could quickly transform it into her own inspiration.

Busy until 11:30 PM, she finally finished the task and updated it.

After clicking the publish button, Xu Qing's head fell directly onto the keyboard, rolling out a line of disordered text on the screen.

"Ding-dong—" A phone notification sounded.

Xu Qing sat up slowly and opened her phone to look.

It was a dozen photos sent by her good friend Qian Qian, all of which were beautiful photos she had taken for her with a DSLR today.

Xu Qing shook her head to make herself a bit more sober.

She browsed through the photos one by one, chose the most beautiful one, long-pressed, forwarded, and scrolled down.

She wanted to send it to another friend who did design to help her retouch the picture.

She let out a big yawn, found the friend's avatar with blurry eyes, and clicked send.

Dragging her tired body to the bedside, she plunged into the soft quilt.

She hugged the quilt and rolled around, her head facing the wall.

Soon, a slight snoring sound rang out.

Xu Qing smacked her lips and smiled "hehe," seemingly dreaming of something delicious.

In the room on the 4th floor.

Tang Song, who had finished washing up, walked out of the bathroom and saw Wen Ruan, who was already lying on the bed and covered with a quilt.

Her eyes were closed tightly, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.

The main light in the room had been turned off, and only the warm-colored night light on the bedside was on.

Tang Song lifted the quilt and got in, hugged her from the side, buried his head in her hair, and breathed in the charming fragrance on her body.

Wen Ruan's eyelashes trembled, but she didn't speak. She turned sideways, back to him, with her arms blocking her chest.

The two were tightly pressed together.

Tang Song also had intimate contact with her large peach buttocks.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this gluteus maximus has something! Q-bouncy Q-bouncy.

Wen Ruan's face under the night light was red and hot. Finally, she opened her eyes and whispered, "Tang Song!"

"What's wrong, Sister Wen Ruan?"

"What is poking me?"

"It's the Mercedes car key."

"Oh, the Mercedes S-Class key is so high-end."

After a while.

Wen Ruan reminded, "You've been wearing these clothes all day, and they still smell like hot pot."

Tang Song said awkwardly, "I forgot to bring a change of clothes, and I'm used to sleeping naked."

"Sleeping naked... it's indeed good for the body." Wen Ruan pinched his shirt sleeve and whispered, "Take off your shirt and trousers; it must be very uncomfortable to sleep in them."

"Okay!" Tang Song's breathing instantly became rapid.

He took off his clothes cleanly, leaving only a pair of small underpants.

When he got back into the quilt and pressed against her, it was a completely different feeling, just like looking at a lewd picture with the mosaic removed.

Wen Ruan's legs were tense, but she still pretended to be calm. "Your body is quite warm, like a little fire stove."

It was as if the quilt was on fire; Wen Ruan's body trembled, feeling unprecedented stimulation.

An excited flush rose on her face.

Biting her lip hard, Wen Ruan suddenly sat up from the bed.

"What's wrong, Sister Wen Ruan?" Tang Song was startled, thinking his small movements had offended her.

Wen Ruan bit her plump lips, looking into his eyes as if water was about to drip out, her voice a bit dry. "Nothing, I'm thirsty."

After speaking, she picked up the warm water on the bedside table and drank it "gulp, gulp."

She looked back at Tang Song's naked upper body, her gaze lingering on the muscle groups whose outlines he had just seen for a moment.

She said to herself, "It's so uncomfortable to wear underwear; I can't sleep at all."

Then, under Tang Song's dumbfounded gaze.

She reached her hands behind her back, skillfully unfastened her bra, first retracted her left arm into the T-shirt, took off the left shoulder strap, and did the same for the right side.

Soon, a white bra appeared in her hand.

oC〇

Really bowl-sized! No steel ring, no chest pad!

Tang Song's gaze instantly looked at her chest, and he gasped.

Sister! What are you doing!

"Click—" The small night light on the bedside was turned off, and the truth curve disappeared from Tang Song's sight.

Wen Ruan quickly shrank back into the quilt, back to him.

Tang Song bit his lip, pressed against her again, and his hand reached firmly toward the direction of truth, touching her smooth arms as expected.

Immediately after, his hand was grabbed by Wen Ruan.

She turned around and faced him.

In the darkness, there was only the faint and hazy light from outside the window.

Tang Song looked at her charming eyes and kissed her lips again, his movements exceptionally intense.

Wen Ruan squinted her eyes, making a comfortable moan in her mouth.

After a while, she let go of Tang Song's hand and pushed his chest.

Leaning into his ear, she said in a low, sexy big-sister tone: "Like cosplay? Big sister can do it too—Spider-Man, Catwoman, JK..."

When speaking, her tongue and mouth were connected and rubbed, carrying an alluring tone.

Tang Song was instantly flushed by her flirting.

After a pause, Wen Ruan continued: "I haven't driven a Mercedes yet; can you give me the car key?"

Immediately after, her hand slowly moved down from Tang Song's chest.

Tang Song exclaimed, and a burst of energy rushed from the soles of his feet to his spirit.

In the darkness, Wen Ruan's face was flushed red; the unprecedented experience almost made her scream.

Although she had watched many small movies, this was really the first time she had done this kind of thing.

She was both curious and excited, feeling especially stimulated.

She pretended to be familiar. "Little brother, let me tell you secretly, big sister is actually a magician, and I'm going to cast a spell next, so be careful."

Soon, the sound of chanting spells rang out in the room.

Wen Ruan cast a seal with one hand, and water vapor gathered rapidly in the air.

Her hands were full of condensed water-type magic.

A great archmage, terrifying!

"Ding! Congratulations to the player, the halo effect has taken effect, and you have triggered an extra critical hit reward."

"Ding! You have obtained the special item 【Male God's Kidney Treasure Tablet *1】." ===== CHAPTER 142 =====