Chapter 373

In the quiet bedroom, the door was tightly closed.

Seeing Tang Song sit down beside her, feeling the breath and temperature coming from him, Liu Qingning shifted her butt further inside.

Looking up, she saw Tang Song staring fixedly at her.

Silent for more than ten seconds, the atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous.

Seemingly to cover up her shyness, Liu Qingning kept a straight face and began to chat with him about artificial intelligence and large models.

In the past, when she and Tang Song were together, most of the time they were talking about computer, programming, and other knowledge, as well as future career development plans.

As a practitioner, she witnessed the future of this industry and hoped Tang Song could also learn, so he could continue to move upward and not be eliminated.

Not long after they separated, on November 30, 2022, ChatGPT was officially released and then quickly became popular.

At the same time, Qingning Technology also released its self-developed large model, as well as chatbot programs, image generation programs, etc.

With the rapid rise of two unicorn enterprises at home and abroad, the AI craze officially kicked off.

Hearing her mention Qingning Technology, Tang Song's gaze flickered slightly.

He smiled nonchalantly: "The name Qingning Technology matches you very well, and the industry is the same; isn't that very fated? Have you ever thought about going to work there?"

Speaking of which, this company was born entirely because of her.

In 2018, Liu Qingning joined a startup group, working on development and application in the AI-related field.

In the 2018 timeline of *Male God Growth Plan*, he manipulated his capital and enterprises to frantically layout AI.

Before 2020, he completed his puzzle.

And finally merged many domestic and foreign technology companies, naming it "Qingning Technology."

Hearing his question, Liu Qingning was silent for a moment and suddenly asked back: "Then do you hope I go to work at Qingning Technology?"

"Uh, me?" Tang Song blinked: "As a unicorn enterprise in the current AI field, with support from many capitals behind it, I think it has much more money potential than Century Zhixue."

"Oh." Liu Qingning nodded and didn't continue this topic.

Although she knew that for her, the best choice was to stay in a big city.

But she still had to consider Tang Song's feelings.

To avoid this silly boy refusing her kindness because of self-esteem and competitiveness.

She still planned to wait until she completely left Shencheng before confessing her plans to him.

By then, the wood would be carved into a boat, and he would only be able to accept it.

Looking at Tang Song's heaving side profile, imagining his expression after knowing, a bright smile appeared on Liu Qingning's face.

"I'm going to turn off the lights, 3... 2... 1..."

"Click!" "Click!"

While Tang Song turned off the ceiling light, Liu Qingning turned on the small bedside lamp.

In the small bedroom, it was instantly shrouded in soft, warm yellow light.

The air conditioner was blowing cold air with a "woo-woo-woo" sound.

The room was warm and comfortable.

"Still have such tacit understanding." Tang Song smiled at her and sat down by the bed barefoot.

Because there were no suitable slippers, he could only make do for now; he would take a pair of guest slippers when he went to Shenchengwan No. 1 to get his clothes tomorrow.

"Let's say it first: today is only because you came from so far away that I agreed to sleep here; only this once!"

Liu Qingning leaned against the head of the bed, legs curled up, holding the pillow tightly, her big eyes blinking; she was incredibly cute.

"Mm, only this once, not as an example." Tang Song put his legs on the bed, turned to look at her, and said: "Are you afraid I'll do bad things to you?"

"Of course not afraid; we've known each other for so many years, I don't know you yet, hmph hmph."

She and Tang Song had known each other for so many years, and this was the first time they slept in the same bed.

In the past, even when he first came to the Imperial Capital, she helped him rent a house, clean, and tidy the room, but never stayed over.

After all, they were just friends, not a couple.

At this moment, being in a small room of only 6 square meters, looking at him close at hand, breathing the scent on his body.

Liu Qingning's heart was pounding like a deer, but she still looked very calm on the surface.

"Mm-mm, that's right." Tang Song pursed his lips and smiled, looking at her cutely, reaching out to touch and pinch her bun.

Liu Qingning didn't show weakness and grabbed his hair.

Tang Song continued to pinch, she continued to grab.

The slightly dim environment and wearing loose pajamas clearly made Liu Qingning much more confident.

At least she didn't have to worry about Tang Song seeing her terrible skin state and thickened waist.

Gradually, the bun was flattened, and the messy hair Tang Song had groomed neatly was ruined.

Looking into each other's eyes, the two laughed "haha" at the same time.

After the joke, the awkwardness and shyness of being in the same room gradually disappeared without a trace.

"Let me show you the photos I took at No. 1 Middle School a few days ago; 7 years have passed, there really are many changes." Tang Song took his phone out of his pocket, opened the album, and found the previous photos.

Liu Qingning's eyes lit up, and she turned slightly.

"The tree in front of the senior high teaching building has grown a circle."

"The cafeteria has been renovated, and several snack windows have been added inside."

"This place seems unchanged, eh; we used to play badminton here together often."

The two leaned against the head of the bed; Liu Qingning didn't know when she had rested her head on his arm.

Tang Song held the phone in his left hand, and Liu Qingning flipped through the photos with her right hand.

The two chatted quietly like this.

Tang Song talked while looking at her from time to time.

Flat forehead, fluttering eyelashes, beautiful nose bridge curve, pink and tender cherry lips, full chest...

"Rum-rumble—"

Thunder rumbled outside the window, and the lightning light shone on the beige curtains.

Liu Qingning subconsciously shrank her neck.

Tang Song's Adam's apple rolled, and he reached out his right hand nonchalantly, gently wrapping it around her shoulder, his large hand gently gripping her shoulder.

"Pitter-patter—" Rain hit the glass window.

The August thunderstorm in Shencheng was like the heartbeat of the two at this moment, violent and rapid.

Her rounded shoulders trembled, Liu Qingning raised her head and pouted at him: "I told you not to move around."

Tang Song smiled: "Thunder and rain, I'm a bit scared; holding you gives me more sense of security."

"Lies come out of your mouth!" Liu Qingning pinched his thigh, not light or heavy.

That's what she said, but she didn't break free, instead leaning her left ear against his chest.

She could vaguely hear his heartbeat, very fast, faster than the rain outside the window.

Liu Qingning raised the corners of her mouth, feeling an inexplicable sense of security.

The rain outside the window grew heavier.

At this very moment, on this ordinary Saturday rainy night, sharing a room with her "White Moonlight," gently holding her, chatting about their shared memories of the past.

Tang Song's heart became softer and softer, his gaze becoming more and more blurred.

"Ha—"

Liu Qingning opened her mouth and yawned, looked up at him, and whispered: "It's almost 11 o'clock, shall we sleep?"

"Mm, sleep." Tang Song nodded and gently let go of her shoulder.

Although he was very reluctant to leave this atmosphere, sleeping was more important.

Liu Qingning laid out their pillows again, moved a distance away, and lay down on her side.

She pulled the summer quilt up to cover her chest.

Because she wasn't wearing underwear, staying so close to Tang Song made her feel very awkward.

Tang Song looked at the obediently lying "White Moonlight" and said with a smile: "It's too uncomfortable to sleep in these clothes, and there are no pajamas of mine here; do you mind if I take them off?"

As he spoke, he unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt.

"I mind!" Liu Qingning pouted: "Little Song, I warn you, don't play any little tricks."

She was already very awkward and shy.

If he took off his clothes, that would be it!?

Seemingly thinking of some bad images, Liu Qingning bit her lip and pinched his waist: "Why have you become so bad?"

"Don't you want to see the results of my working out?" Tang Song blinked at her: "8-pack abs, oh."

"Ah!" Liu Qingning covered her mouth and exclaimed, surprised: "Really or fake?"

"Of course it's true, want to see?"

"This... fine, let's say it first, don't take off your pants." Liu Qingning's face was a bit red.

No help for it, she was really too curious.

And knowing Tang Song for so long, she had seen him shirtless in high school, so it should be nothing.

"Don't worry." Tang Song responded and jumped off the bed.

Soon, the buttons were undone, and the shirt was tossed aside by Tang Song.

He stood quietly in front of Liu Qingning, his gaze confident and bright.

Liu Qingning, lying on her side, opened her eyes wide instantly, staring blankly at him.

The warm night light emitted a halo of yellow light in the corner, gently hitting his tall and straight body.

It plated a layer of golden brilliance on the bulging muscle lines.

It was a narrow and powerful waist, forming a perfect inverted triangle ratio with broad shoulders.

The chest presented a tight and contoured outline, heaving slightly with his breathing, as if it were a carefully carved marble statue, with every rise and fall just right.

The 8-pack abs were arranged neatly, with clear edges and slight bulges, like mountain gullies, alternating light and dark in the changing light and shadow, outlining a picture full of strength and beauty.

Paired with lazy and casual broken hair and a handsome, tall appearance.

It was full of charming hormonal aura.

Actually... really had... 8-pack abs!? And they were almost at the mermaid line!

Anyone with a little fitness knowledge knows how difficult it is to train for such a good figure.

Relying solely on himself, she didn't dare imagine how much effort Tang Song put in.

Liu Qingning couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, her cherry mouth slightly open.

This was a simple physiological reaction.

Just like a man seeing a top beauty taking off her clothes in front of him.

Coupled with their many years of emotional foundation, she couldn't resist his charm at all.

Liu Qingning's gaze was trance-like, and only then did she react.

This friend she had liked for many years had unknowingly turned into a male god.

Whether it was appearance, figure, or temperament, he could be considered an outstanding existence among the people she had met.

A sincere sense of joy surged into her heart.

"How about it? Didn't lie to you, right?" Tang Song's body tightened slightly, making the muscles clearer.

Like a child showing off a toy, he smiled and displayed it in front of his "White Moonlight."

Adding a bit of agility and playfulness to this static beauty.

"The air conditioner is still on, don't catch a cold." Liu Qingning pulled the summer quilt, and the temperature on her cheeks gradually rose.

"It's okay, my body is very strong."

Tang Song returned to the bed and lay down on his side next to her.

Liu Qingning's peripheral vision couldn't help but look at his solid abs.

After hesitating for a bit, she stretched out an index finger and pressed it gently on his lower abdomen.

The touch with body temperature made the bodies of the two feel like they were swept by an electric current.

Liu Qingning let out a low exclamation, and her earlobes turned a faint pink.

Then she couldn't help but stretch her entire right hand over, gently stroking his clear 8-pack abs, feeling exceptionally interesting and satisfying.

After a while, Liu Qingning raised her head, her eyebrows curved: "So hard! Tang Song, you're really amazing!"

Tang Song had heard similar words from big sisters and beauticians, but hearing his "White Moonlight" say it personally at this moment, he only felt his blood boiling and restless.

He couldn't help but hold his breath and moved his body toward her.

"Do you like it?"

Liu Qingning quickly withdrew her hand and shrank back: "Tang Song, don't get so close to me, it's so hot."

"Then I'll turn the air conditioner temperature lower."

"No need, you hurry up and cover yourself with the quilt."

Tang Song didn't answer her, just unscrupulously admiring her cute and beautiful face.

Under the dim night light, it carried a sense of warm and quiet beauty.

He hadn't looked at her properly for too long, feeling like he could never look enough.

Breathing intertwined.

The scent of shower gel and facial cleanser on her body was exceptionally clear, constantly plucking at his heartstrings.

Looking into each other's eyes.

The distance between the two was less than 10 centimeters.

Her big eyes were like a bay of clear lake water, splashing circles of invisible ripples, sparkling.

In the warm yellow halo, time seemed to slow down.

After a long while.

"Turn off the light." Liu Qingning lowered her head slightly, burying her mouth in the summer quilt: "Sleep."

Tang Song didn't listen to her, placed his long and clear fingers on her face, and stroked gently.

Inch by inch, he traced her forehead, eyebrows, nose bridge, lips.

For the first time, he reflected her facial features into his heart in this way.

Liu Qingning opened her mouth and bit his finger directly.

Fiercely, she said: "If you do this again, I'm going to get angry!"

"Haven't seen you angry for a long time, want to see." Tang Song's hand rested gently on her body.

Liu Qingning's body suddenly stiffened, she pushed his chest, and slapped it a few times: "Why are you so bad now!"

Tang Song said gently: "Don't worry, Qingning, I won't move around."

"Turn off the light."

"Actually, the brightness of the night light is just right; let's sleep like this."

"3... 2... 1..."

"Click!" The room fell into darkness.

Liu Qingning "hummed" proudly twice, didn't argue with Tang Song's hand on her shoulder, and threw another summer quilt over him.

After adapting to the light, the two gradually could see each other again.

Liu Qingning knocked on his forehead, her voice crisp: "Sleep, goodnight."

"Goodnight." Tang Song's hand passed under her pillow, used a little force, and hugged Liu Qingning's fragrant body into his arms.

"Woo—" Liu Qingning let out a low moan, breathing in the scent on his body, feeling a bit dizzy.

Her full large E-cup was pressed against his chest, and Tang Song buried his head in her hair.

He felt unprecedented satisfaction.

Knowing each other for more than 20 years, he could finally sleep holding the "White Moonlight" he had been thinking about.

Liu Qingning, who had reacted, raised her hot face and looked at him in the darkness.

Her voice trembled: "Didn't we agree beforehand? You're bullying me."

Tang Song said softly: "Don't we hug often? How is this bullying?"

"This is different, and you aren't wearing clothes."

"You're wearing them, aren't you? It's no problem."

"What is this? This isn't a matter of whether there's a problem!"

The two muttered a few words.

Looking at the face right in front of him, Tang Song lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear: "Sleep, Qingning, it's already very late."

"Rum-rumble—" Thunder rumbled outside the window again.

Liu Qingning's eyes trembled, and she didn't say anything more.

Tang Song adjusted his posture and hugged her tightly.

He knew this "White Moonlight" too well; since she had already lain on the same bed, as long as he didn't touch her bottom line, she could accept even slightly excessive actions.

Time passed bit by bit.

Tang Song's breathing gradually became even, spraying onto her hair.

Listening to his own heartbeat, quietly feeling his embrace.

Liu Qingning slowly closed her eyes.

Although she really liked him, to this day, the two had always been in a state of being good friends.

The impulsive kiss in the KTV was just because she felt too sorry for him.

Every intimate contact now was exceptionally nervous and novel for her.

After a long while, her body gradually relaxed and she fell into a deep sleep.

Sunday, August 13, 2023.

Early morning.

In a daze, Liu Qingning twisted her body, feeling something poking her thigh, and subconsciously pushed it with her hand.

Immediately after, a low hum came to her ear: "Hiss~, Qingning, don't move around!"

Liu Qingning barely opened her eyes halfway and murmured: "What's so hard?"

"Abs."

"Oh~, I'm sleepy."

"Then keep sleeping."

Immediately after, her back was gently stroked, which was very comfortable.

Liu Qingning closed her eyes again, a peaceful smile on her face.

She was really too sleepy.

She usually slept until past 7 o'clock; now it wasn't even 6 o'clock, and her biological clock hadn't woken up yet.

Feeling the "White Moonlight" in his arms fall into a deep sleep again, Tang Song turned over, sat up from the bed, his face a bit awkward.

Bolstered by many system buffs, he was now boiling with blood every morning.

Just now, being messed with by Liu Qingning, he really couldn't hold it.

Calming his restless heart, Tang Song got out of bed, put on his shirt, and walked out lightly.

His luggage was all at Shenchengwan No. 1, so he had to go back no matter what.

Leaving a message for Liu Qingning on WeChat, Tang Song took a taxi directly to Shenchengwan No. 1 T8.

Went upstairs.

Took off his clothes and walked into the master bedroom bathroom.

The floor-to-ceiling window faced the magnificent and vast Shenchengwan, and the seascape on a cloudy morning was full of unique charm.

While admiring the beautiful scenery outside the window, Tang Song took a proper shower.

Wiped his body dry with Jin Mi Shu's bath towel, opened the suitcase, and took out a set of clothes to change into.

LV classic white T-shirt, DIOR vintage jeans, casual shoes.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked fashionable and casual, trendy and handsome.

Checked Jin Mi Shu's silk stockings.

Putting on his watch and glasses, Tang Song carried his suitcase downstairs.

20 minutes later.

Opened the door with Liu Qingning's key.

At a glance, he saw Liu Qingning typing on the keyboard in front of the laptop.

Because the indoor area was too small, she and Liu Shuang mainly stayed in the living room for daily activities.

Hearing the door open, Liu Qingning immediately put down the mouse and keyboard, turned the chair, and looked over.

"Tang Song, you're back."

"Morning, Qingning." Tang Song leaned the suitcase against the wall and looked at her with a smile.

Today's "White Moonlight" rarely wore a tight T-shirt, perfectly exposing her natural assets.

The morning light penetrated through the balcony, making her look exceptionally bright and cute.

On a whim, Tang Song took his phone out of his pocket and opened the camera, aiming it at her.

"Click—" "Click—"

"Hey hey hey! Not allowed to take pictures! I'm not wearing makeup!" Liu Qingning stood up quickly and covered her face with her hands.

"I turned on beauty mode; you're very beautiful."

"That's not allowed either, delete it; wait until I lose weight before you take pictures!"

"I think your figure is very good now; it's especially comfortable to hold."

"Oh my, you want to die!" Liu Qingning put on her slippers and rushed up with a red face.

The two played in the living room for a while; seeing that what Tang Song took wasn't ugly, Liu Qingning let him go.

"It's already 7:30; shouldn't we go eat, and then take me to stroll around Shencheng?"

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat rice noodles." Liu Qingning patted his back and changed into sneakers with a smile.

Downstairs, the morning wind with a humid breath after the rain rushed toward them.

Being in this southern coastal metropolis of Shencheng, looking at Tang Song holding her hand beside her.

Liu Qingning felt full of joy and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you, idiot!" Liu Qingning slapped him and walked a few steps to get in front of him.

While walking backward, she held her hand into a virtual microphone and put it to her mouth.

Immediately after, a crisp and pleasant singing voice rang out.

"BGM: The sky wants to rain, I want to live next door to you, standing stupidly downstairs at your house, looking up and counting the dark clouds..."

Singing to this point, she raised her head and pointed at the dark clouds with curved eyebrows.

The high ponytail on her head jumped up and down.

Looking at the lively and playful Liu Qingning, Tang Song's heart trembled slightly.

The her in front of him, in a trance, overlapped with the figure from high school again.

Vaguely remembered, a certain big class break in high school.

The song "Why Not" was playing on the classroom speaker, and they were standing in the hallway.

Liu Qingning faced him, singing along with the music softly, her smile like a flower.

After singing a simple segment of lyrics.

Liu Qingning stood on tiptoe slightly, pinched his high-bridged nose, and giggled: "How about it? Sounds good, right? You don't even know how to praise me."

"Sounds good."

Liu Qingning pouted: "No sincerity, your praise is too perfunctory."

Tang Song suddenly paused his steps and reached out to wrap his arms around her waist.

Liu Qingning didn't have time to speak.

Tang Song's face leaned over and kissed her on her bright, watery eyes.

A warm and moist touch came; Liu Qingning's face turned red instantly, and her long, dense eyelashes were like butterflies trembling their wings.

After a long while, she shouted: "Ah, you... what are you doing!"

"You said my praise wasn't sincere, so this shouldn't be considered perfunctory."

"I'm angry! I'm not taking you to eat rice noodles anymore!"

Liu Qingning pinched his arm, turned around, and walked toward the residential area gate with big strides.

Tang Song smiled, ran after her, and held her hand again.

Liu Qingning tried to break free a few times, glared at him, and continued to walk forward with her head down.

"Pitter-patter, pitter-patter—"

The sound of heartbeats echoed in the ears of the two.