Chapter 109

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

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

"Zi—" the zipper was slowly opened.

The thin sun-protective coat opened a gap, revealing the white pure cotton base layer inside.

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

"Ah—" 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 surged in his heart.

Scenes from the month since he met her flooded his mind.

He raised his head.

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

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

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, caught between the two.

The air in the car gradually became scorching.

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 no matter what.

His fingers kept dancing on her thighs.

The only pity was that Qianqian was wearing long pants, if only it were a short skirt.

Tiankuo Garden, Building 6, Unit 2.

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

Picking up the LV gift bag from the back seat, holding it in both hands in front of her, looking at Tang Song, she 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, very suitable for your height." Tang Song looked at the tall and sexy beauty therapist and added: "And the phone, use it often too."

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

"I mean, take more photos and share your inner layers."

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

"That's it then, 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 Yaqian nodded, stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek, her big eyes blinking, "Bye-bye~"

"Bye-bye~"

After walking two steps, Zhao Yaqian looked back 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 swaying back and forth, walking lightly.

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

Tonight, he felt the truth of a girl with his own hands for the first time, his heart full of joy.

The only pity was that when he reached his hand in, he was stopped by the shy beauty therapist, it seems he still has to take it step by step.

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

Tang Song then got into the car and drove towards Yanjing Tiancheng.

Walking into the room door, Zhao Yaqian kicked off her shoes directly, too late to even put on slippers, "deng deng deng" ran to the bedroom door and opened He Liting's bedroom door.

Tonight she had too much joy to share with her bestie.

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

Blinking, Zhao Yaqian returned to the living room and took out her phone from her bag.

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

All from He Liting.

Zhao Yaqian's face turned pale, suddenly realizing that she seemed to have forgotten to tell He Liting that Tang Song came to pick her up.

Her phone was 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 time, she should have been home long ago.

Unlocking the screen, she dialed back quickly.

The call was connected quickly.

Immediately after, an urgent voice sounded: "Qianqian! What's wrong with you? Why didn't you answer the phone? Where are you?"

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 Qianqian! I was so worried about you, I waited for you at the bus stop for 20 minutes on an electric scooter, you heartless..."

Zhao Yaqian moved the phone away, and after He Liting finally stopped, she acted like a spoiled child: "Sorry, it won't happen again, Tingzi, you have a big heart, forgive me this time."

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

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

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

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

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

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

He Liting looked in the direction of her finger and saw the opened orange box and the exquisite and beautiful bag inside.

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

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

"Is this also a high imitation?" He Liting widened her eyes.

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

The other party had such a bag and often showed it off, but later it was pointed out by someone who knew the goods that it was a high imitation.

She remembered the awkward scene at that time.

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

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

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

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

He Liting grinned, and couldn't care about being angry with her, walked up and touched the bag gently.

The feel was soft and comfortable, the stitching was even and dense, the hardware accessories were smooth and full of texture, and the whole gave people a feeling of being exquisite and high-end.

Don't know if it was the illusion of first impressions, it felt much, much better than Zhang Wenju's high imitation.

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

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

He Liting paused and reached in to dig.

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

"Hmph, I have the latest flagship phone now too, last time we ate, Zhang Wenju and Li Yuanyuan laughed at me, I'm going to make them envious to death later!" Zhao Yaqian rubbed her fists.

"Don't talk about them, I'm envious to death too!" He Liting looked at the bag, then at the phone worth over ten thousand, her eyes were all 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 send a gift worth over 30,000 casually.

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

Hearing this, Zhao Yaqian's face turned red immediately, "Not yet, just normal... boyfriend and girlfriend."

Indeed not yet, just touching her legs and chest through clothes.

Thinking of the scorching heat she felt when hugging today, Zhao Yaqian squeezed her legs together, thinking wildly.

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

"I see... then he is really outstanding." He Liting pursed her lips, "Qianqian, I think you know too little about him. In the process of getting along in the future, you can ask more about his situation, such as his family background, career, emotional experience."

She hadn't forgotten that white-collar beauty wearing Burberry.

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

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

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

Lying in the quilt, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, her mind full of Tang Song's hands and mouth.

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

His hands are also very beautiful, slender and fair, and particularly flexible.

The moonlight outside the window was covered by clouds, vague and blurry.

The 19-year-old beauty therapist licked her lips and began to form seals with both hands, trying to cast magic.