Chapter 554

The wind blew into the bedroom from the half-open window, carrying the unique chill of an autumn night.

Cheng Qiuqiu sat leaning against the head of the bed, a drawing board resting on her knees, her fingertips holding a sketching pencil.

The tip of the pencil made a "rustling" sound on the paper.

On the draft paper, a figure gradually took shape.

Short, messy hair, a turtleneck sweater, a gentle and indifferent expression—in the interplay of light and shadow, there was an unhideable literary temperament.

When she drew the eyes, her hand suddenly stopped.

The tip of the pencil hung in mid-air, long without falling.

She lowered her head, staring at the half-finished outline in the drawing, her expression gloomy.

In her mind, scenes of memories seemed to emerge uncontrollably.

The encounter at the dealership, his outstretched hand, the sound of the wind and their closeness during the test ride, the intimacy on the bus,

His smile when eating hot pot together, shopping...

Cheng Qiuqiu was stunned for a long time, finally put down the pencil, slowly got up, and walked to the window.

She hugged her arms, her forehead gently pressed against the cold glass, her gaze looking downstairs through the night.

The street was quiet and silent, nothing could be seen clearly, only the occasional flickering of car lights.

"Tang Song—"

She called out in a low voice, then sighed again.

She opened the crossbody bag she was wearing and took out a hairpin from inside.

This was given to her by Tang Song when they were shopping in the afternoon.

It wasn't expensive, just from a small shop on the side of the road, costing a few dozen yuan.

Yet it made her heart flutter for a long time.

Just like receiving candy from her grandmother when she was a child.

Cheng Qiuqiu gently stroked the hairpin, her lips curling slightly, then quickly dropping again.

When did she start liking him?

She tried hard to recall, wanting to find a clear node, but found it was a gradual process.

The first meeting at Weiguang Coffee, the support for Su Yu in the Magic City, the ancient town ride, Lingling's birthday party, Songmei Apparel—every time she thought her story with him had temporarily ended, she would run into him somewhere else.

Even Cheng Qiuqiu herself had to admit that they were really destined.

Perhaps she had already developed a crush long ago.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to sit in his back seat during the ride.

It was just that years of psychological and physiological problems made her heart unconsciously resist this crush.

Including discovering the relationship between senior sister and him later.

She began to forcefully suppress her feelings, wanting to block out these unrealistic thoughts.

But the more she suppressed, the more surging the rebound became.

Cheng Qiuqiu bit her lip hard.

Gao Mengting valued friends very much, especially after experiencing betrayal, she was particularly sensitive to "trust."

She really didn't want to hurt this kind senior sister.

And tonight, she felt senior sister's probing.

In the half-year they lived together, although they weren't very close due to busy work, Gao Mengting knew her very well.

She also knew about her psychological and physiological problems.

So when she saw her sitting in Tang Song's back seat, senior sister was so surprised.

Afterward, whether it was buying wine at the supermarket or the walk just now.

All indicated that senior sister had likely seen through her thoughts.

Would she be kicked out later? Would she hate her?

How would Tang Song choose?

He started a business with senior sister and had a deep relationship; for senior sister's sake, he would definitely distance himself from her.

"I'm sorry—sorry—I was wrong."

She murmured in a low voice, a painful expression appearing on her face.

She suddenly slapped herself and pinched her thighs hard several times.

She was a personality prone to extremes.

Just then.

"Click—" The sound of the door lock turning rang out.

Footsteps followed.

"Qiuqiu, we're back!" Gao Mengting's languid shout rang out.

Cheng Qiuqiu quickly detached from her state, gathered her hair, and covered her cheeks.

Pretending to be calm, she opened the bedroom door.

The living room lights were gentle, and the two leaned in,

Gao Mengting leaned on Tang Song's arm to change her slippers, her expression relaxed, a smile on her face.

"Senior sister, you're back." Cheng Qiuqiu hurriedly stepped forward to take their coats, poured two cups of hot water, and placed them on the coffee table, "Drink some hot water."

"Thanks, Qiuqiu, I'm just a bit thirsty."

Gao Mengting took it generously and drank more than half of it in one go.

Tang Song picked up the other cup, took a sip, and his gaze fell on her, thoughtful.

It had only been a little over half an hour, but the 【Dream Flower Seed】 on her head had grown quite a bit, and it was shaking violently, emitting a soft yet uneasy emerald light.

Looking at her calm appearance on the surface, Tang Song shook his head silently in his heart.

What a psychologically "dark" little girl. "By the way, Qiuqiu." Gao Mengting put down the water cup and suddenly said, "Tang Song drank wine tonight and plans to stay here for the night, you don't have any objections, right?"

Cheng Qiuqiu's throat rolled, and she said in a low voice, "No objections."

After saying this, she subconsciously glanced at Tang Song standing there, her heartbeat getting faster and faster.

"Hehe, that's good, I was really afraid you wouldn't be able to accept it." Gao Mengting chuckled, patted Tang Song's chest, "I sweated a lot, I need to take a shower first; there are fruits and yogurt in the fridge, don't be polite, just take whatever."

Then, she took two sets of change of clothes and a bath towel from the balcony and walked into the bathroom.

The living room instantly became quiet, with only the two of them.

Cheng Qiuqiu glanced at Tang Song, then immediately looked away, whispering, "What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."

"No need." Tang Song shook his head, stepped up to her, and whispered, "Are you okay, Qiuqiu?"

"I—I'm fine, I'm doing great." She shrank back, trying to put a little distance between them.

Tang Song raised his eyebrows and beckoned, "Come here."

Cheng Qiuqiu hesitated for a moment, but finally walked over obediently.

Tang Song's hand raised, his fingertips touched her cheek, and he frowned, "Why are you so red?"

"Maybe—drank too much wine, it'll be fine in a while." Cheng Qiuqiu shrank her neck, her figure a bit faint, her expression panicked.

Tang Song looked at her in front of him, and thought of the little girl in the dream again.

That girl Qiuqiu who was afraid of thunderstorms, lonely and helpless, crying in the corner.

Ripples rose in Tang Song's heart, he didn't say anything more, and reached out to gently touch her head.

Qiuqiu stiffened, then her body slowly relaxed, like a little beast finally appeased.

The 【Dream Flower Seed】 on her head also gradually calmed down, the green light flickering gently.

Tang Song leaned forward slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, Qiuqiu, no one will leave you behind."

"I—" Qiuqiu looked up at him in a daze, her eyes filled with shock and attachment in an instant.

This sentence sounded familiar.

As if she had heard it in the deepest part of her dream.

Tang Song hesitated for a moment and kissed her flushed cheek.

"Smack~"

Having just washed her face, her skin had a moist temperature, and there was the lingering fragrance of facial cleanser.

The scent wasn't strong, but it was exceptionally clean and clear.

Tang Song couldn't help it and kissed her again.

Qiuqiu's eyes widened, instantly turning red to the roots of her ears, her fingers unconsciously covering her cheeks, stuttering, her voice as soft as a mosquito's, "Senior sister is still inside, I—I'll go to sleep first—"

Before she finished speaking, she turned and fled into her room.

Closing the door, locking it, she leaned against the door panel and slowly slid down.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Tang Song paused for a moment, then turned and walked into the east master bedroom.

A faint fragrance flooded into his nose, consistent with the scent on Gao Mengting.

It was a fragrance mixed with orange blossoms and cedar, gentle and fresh.

The room was as clean and tidy as ever, arranged with a rich sense of life.

Beige bedding, dark blue carpet, walnut dressing table, and an old photo with a film-like feel hanging on the wall.

It was a street corner at dusk, the setting sun spilling onto her shoulders, the silhouette exceptionally moving.

Tang Song walked to the window, sat into the lazy sofa, and rested his feet casually on the low stool.

By his feet was a mini wooden bookcase, with a few books on top.

He pulled out one of the books at random.

It was 《Jane Eyre》 (the English version).

The cover was a bit yellowed, the pages slightly curled, obviously having accompanied her for a long time.

Tang Song opened the pages, his fingertips gently sliding over the texture of the paper,

On the third page, a white-background ID photo abruptly caught his eye.

This should be a photo of his partner in high school, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Black hair, clean and green eyebrows, but the expression revealed stubbornness and calmness, like a small sapling growing against the light.

Resilient and agile.

Tang Song's lips curled unconsciously, his fingertips slowly brushing over the photo, an inexplicable emotion surging in the bottom of his heart.

He could almost imagine her at seventeen or eighteen, holding books and walking through the campus shade, writing hard in a corner of the library, perhaps even secretly writing down her longing for the future in her diary.

She also had her own youth, enthusiastic and full of ideals.

Presumably, in high school, she was also the "white moonlight" in the hearts of many boys.

Tang Song continued to flip through the pages, and soon saw notes and annotations, the handwriting neat but full of emotion:

【To myself: Better to be lonely than to go against one's heart.】

【10.15 Rereading late at night. We are angry because we still care.】

【Even if the ideals of the past have not been fully realized, at least I have not betrayed myself.】

In the quiet bedroom, there was only the sound of paper flipping.

Tang Song read with great interest, as if tracing the ups and downs and growth of Gao Mengting's inner heart during those times.

This partner was really an interesting person.

Full of passion and ideals, her pursuit of self-worth had never stopped, and she still retained that vivid vitality to this day.

In fact, Gao Mengting was indeed an outstanding woman.

During college, she earned her first pot of gold through the "Taoke" model and also founded an independent product shopping guide website.

In 2020, live-streaming sales rose, and the Taoke model began to show fatigue.

She decisively switched to a new track, purchased a Wuling Hongguang, rented storefronts, opened up channels, and completed a breakthrough from zero to one.

Subsequently, relying on the online and offline combined clothing shop, focusing on clearance items, she entered the market with a low-price advantage and quickly stood firm, her business booming.

If not for the betrayal of two classmates, she might have already used the momentum to fly higher.

Even when trapped in a low valley, she could decisively take action when seeing hope and make the wisest choice.

Founding Songmei Apparel with him.

The early operations, planning, and product selection were almost handled by her alone.

Now that the branding process is progressing smoothly, it is also inseparable from her silent dedication behind the scenes.

Every step, she walked steadily and powerfully.

Compared to the ambitious Shen school beauty, she was much more steady and down-to-earth.

Just then.

"Oops—" The bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Gao Mengting, who had finished showering, walked in.

She had changed into a white T-shirt and gray shorts, homely and warm.

The tips of her hair were still dripping water, flowing over her collarbone, gathering into small streams.

The fresh fragrance of shower gel mixed with body temperature dispersed faintly, and her cheeks were steamed a faint pink by the hot water.

Tang Song looked at her and smiled gently, "Finished showering, how do you feel?"

"Much more comfortable." Gao Mengting stretched, the hem of her T-shirt lifting with the movement, revealing a slender and fair waistline.

She walked slowly to his side, noticed the book in his hand, and said with a hint of shyness: "All scribbled when I was young,

Don't look at it."

"I think it's quite interesting, and, you are also very young now."

"Your mouth is really sweet." Gao Mengting's lips curled, and she couldn't help but pinch his cheek lightly.

Tang Song took the opportunity to hold her slightly cool legs.

This was the first time he had touched her legs; they weren't very long, but the muscles were well-proportioned.

The skin glowed with a pearl-like luster under the light, and he could feel the firm elasticity of the muscles.

He couldn't help but apply a little pressure.

Gao Mengting let out a low cry, then laughed and dodged, deliberately hitting him with the water droplets from her hair.

The two played and joked for a while.

Gao Mengting sat at the dressing table with a red face and panting, talking to Tang Song while blow-drying her hair.

By the time her hair was almost dry, she casually tied it into a loose bun, a few strands of hair hanging by her ears.

After sitting on the edge of the bed facing Tang Song.

She hugged her knees with both hands, put her chin on her legs, tilted her head slightly, and looked at him.

Under the light, the high bridge of her nose, deep and bright eyes, fine black hair, delicate skin—compared to the first time they met, he had become so much better.

Especially wearing this outfit full of literary atmosphere, perfectly in line with her aesthetics.

No matter how she looked, he was handsome.

Really want to take a bite!

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Tang Song's gaze lifted from the pages of the book, meeting her eyes.

"Nothing, nothing." Gao Mengting coughed lightly, a bit awkward.

Tang Song pursed his lips and chuckled, feeling that his partner in this state was really interesting.

Subsequently, he picked up the ID photo from the book, showed it to her, and asked about her high school stories with great interest.

Studies, cafeteria, friends...

He seemed to care about everything and was very interested.

Gao Mengting gently stroked her hair, a soft glow of memory appearing on her face, and told the story in detail.

The night grew deeper.

In the room, there was only the sound of their soft conversation and the occasional rustle of flipping pages.

"Ha—" Gao Mengting suddenly let out a small yawn while talking, a little tear appearing in the corner of her eye.

She took the opportunity of tidying her hair to secretly look at Tang Song, who was still calm and relaxed opposite her, a trace of unease rising in her heart.

She took the initiative to invite him to stay, and even sleep in the same room; he couldn't possibly not know what that meant, right?

Clearly he was quite proactive before?

Now it's the opposite, is he trying to cosplay the slow-witted Watanabe-kun?

Or is it that I have no attraction to him at all?

After all, she had read many "documentary literature" and knew that the essence of sex was physical attraction.

So she was a bit anxious.

"Sleepy?" Tang Song's gentle and magnetic voice sounded.

Gao Mengting's eyes rolled, and she nodded, "A little, by the way, you definitely can't ride a bike if you drank wine tonight. How about I find you some change of clothes."

Before he could speak, she had already pulled out a purple lace-trimmed women's pajama from the head of the bed.

Holding back laughter, she said: "Here, this is an oversize style, super large size, you should barely be able to wear it—"

Before she finished speaking, she laughed and rolled on the bed, hugging a pillow and rolling, her shoulders trembling.

Looking at his partner with a weird sense of humor, Tang Song closed the book in his hand, a playful smile on his lips, "No need, I'm used to sleeping naked, I don't wear pajamas at night."

Under the warm yellow light, his red-lipped and white-toothed smile made Gao Mengting's heart skip a beat.

She hurriedly looked away, blushing and muttering: "What a coincidence, me too."

That was the truth; she had gradually developed this habit since she graduated and had her own independent room.

She had even had an awkward incident where her B-cup bumped into Qiuqiu's D-cup because of this reason before.

Hearing her words, Tang Song blinked and said seriously: "Sleeping naked is a good habit, it can better relax the body and quickly enter deep sleep."

As he spoke, he stood up from the lazy sofa.

Gao Mengting nodded, thinking about what to say, when she suddenly widened her eyes.

Tang Song's turtleneck sweater was neatly lifted and taken off.

Gao Mengting couldn't help but open her mouth, as if she had discovered something incredible.

The light cast shadows of varying depths on his firm eight-pack abs, the mermaid line disappeared into the shadow of his pants waist, and the lines from his collarbone to his shoulders were smooth enough to suffocate.

This was a near-perfect body, like a carefully carved sculpture.

Extremely visually impactful.

"Thump, thump—"

The heartbeat was deafening, and her mouth was a bit dry.

This—this—my god! Partner, you actually have such beauty?!

The number of intimate contacts between them was actually not small, but basically every time Tang Song was proactive, and she was more of a passive accommodation.

Now just looking at it, she felt her legs go soft and her throat go dry.

"Gulp—"

Gao Mengting subconsciously swallowed her saliva, her fingers unconsciously gripping the sheets, her legs rubbing gently.

Just as she was letting her imagination run wild.

Tang Song looked at her, pretending to be puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Uh—" Gao Mengting snapped back to reality, a strange impulse surging in her heart, her face heating up slightly,

Her voice sounded a bit unnatural: "Tang Song, help—help me get that 《The Red and the Black》 from the bookshelf."

"Oh, alright." Tang Song nodded with a smile, and pulled the book out at random.

He walked to the bedside and handed it over.

Gao Mengting reached out to take it, but the moment she touched the book, she suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The mattress made a violent "oops" sound.

Tang Song's body suddenly lost balance and was pulled down onto the soft bed by her.

The air was filled with her fragrance after showering, and what pressed against him was her soft, undulating body, the skin his palms touched as smooth as silk.

Their eyes met in the air,

A touch of shyness and impulse intertwined in Gao Mengting's eyes, and a fascinated look appeared on her beautiful face.

The next second.

Soft lips covered his with an irresistible momentum.

Her kisses fell like raindrops, cheeks, eyebrows, neck—

The heartbeat became the main melody of the world.

The air gradually became scorching.

Tang Song looked at his partner who was so proactive, a bit caught off guard.

He had been reversed.

Just as he was stunned, Gao Mengting had already sat up, unscrupulous and extremely rampant.

Soon, the white T-shirt fell to the side.

The fair and well-proportioned body was enveloped by the warm-colored light.

Gao Mengting wasn't the type with a very prominent figure, but every part was exceptionally well-proportioned.

The waistline was as graceful as a stream, and the skin flowed with a pearl-like halo between the light and shadow.

After a while.

Gao Mengting bit him lightly, her voice hoarse, carrying a bit of reproach: "Idiot! Why are you so dull today, don't tell me you're still a virgin? What kind of innocent boy are you pretending to be?"

Obviously, she was very angry now.

Sparks seemed to bloom quietly in the air, ambiguity and tension intertwined.

Tang Song took a deep breath, looked at his partner who was pressing on him, and hugged her body tightly.

"Tang Song, you—moan—"

Outside the window, the night was deep and silent.

The autumn wind rose and fell.

Gao Mengting: (?) Mountain Gao Mengting: (°°)

Gao Mengting: (°△°)

Gao Mengting: (o_o) ~ Dizzy Gao Mengting: (??? o???)

However, after only a few minutes.

The partner was completely defeated.

She couldn't even remember her own last name.