Chapter 130: Kissing the Truth

In the Korean fried chicken shop.

Tang Song ordered a table full of fried chicken in various flavors.

Zhao Yaqian had been here several times, but had never fought such a wealthy battle.

Plus she was really hungry, so she couldn't stop at all.

Since he had already eaten dinner, Tang Song just ate a few bites to taste the flavor.

After chatting for a while, Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu also gradually relaxed.

They started chatting and laughing, asking about the stories between them.

Zhao Yaqian, who was always straightforward, blushed and spoke in a low voice about the little stories between her and Tang Song.

From the first time they met at Yizi Beauty Salon, to the later card opening, skincare, earrings, travel, fried skewers...

Tang Song listened quietly from the side, a faint smile always on his lips.

His beauty salon friend could be considered to have witnessed his change throughout the whole process, and she had also played no small role in it.

This was the first time he had heard her tell her feelings about their time together, which was quite interesting.

Hearing her mention the closing of Yizi, Tang Song thought of her silence and refusal that night.

He raised his eyebrows and put his hand directly on her leg and patted it.

Zhao Yaqian let out an "Ooh" and was startled.

Tang Song pretended to be distressed and said, "I comforted her at the time, and my emotions were stirred up, so I confessed to her, but Qianqian refused, which made me sad for a long time."

Hearing this, Zhao Yaqian's eyes were a bit flustered, and she couldn't care about anything else, stammering to explain, "Actually I... I just didn't think clearly at the time, I actually... Alright Brother Song, it was my fault."

She, who was not good with words, gave up resistance.

At that time, she was worried about family factors and didn't dare to take a step forward, but Tang Song definitely wouldn't believe such things if she said them.

What she showed was indeed more like she only liked him after seeing him drive a BMW.

"I forgive you." Tang Song smiled, and his hand under the table smoothed her skirt up.

Finally, he touched her plump and delicate thigh directly without any obstruction for the first time, very satisfied.

The circumference of her legs was very even, the muscle lines were smooth and healthy, without obvious muscle blocks or fat clumps.

The skin was smooth and tight, like fine silk, warm and slippery.

His fingers pressed lightly, the elasticity was excellent, and the touch was very great.

True leg-worship series!

Zhao Yaqian kept her legs tightly together, the hand holding the fried chicken trembling, and the blush on her face gradually spread to her neck and ears.

For the next half hour, Tang Song's hand never left.

Listening to Zhao Yaqian continue to talk, the two girls smacked their lips, feeling that today's fried chicken wasn't fragrant at all.

A guy who hid his wealth and drove a Wuling Hongguang was as warm as the sun, and under the guidance of this beauty salon friend, he gradually developed into a handsome male god.

Feelings naturally accumulated bit by bit.

Later, he made a gorgeous turn and appeared in front of her driving a BMW and a Mercedes.

?￠o

This is a proper female-frequency plot!

Walking out of the fried chicken shop entrance.

Sending Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu into a taxi, Zhao Yaqian let out a long breath.

Tang Song turned to the side and looked at her with a smile.

The black floral dress on her body was blown by the wind, and her sexy figure was looming.

Because she was wearing high heels, Zhao Yaqian was even slightly taller than him.

She stood in the night, under the lights, with a seductive aura radiating from her body, making one's heart beat.

"Brother Song, thank you today." Zhao Yaqian tidied the hair at her temples, looking at him somewhat shyly.

"Then how are you going to thank me, my girlfriend."

Hearing this title, Zhao Yaqian couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, took the initiative to step forward and wrap her arms around his neck, and kissed him heavily.

Lips touched, and a delicate, soft tongue carefully probed in.

Tang Song's hand consciously placed itself between her buttocks, feeling the body fragrance and heat unique to his beauty salon friend, and he was also fascinated by her tenderness.

Tiankuo Garden Residential Area.

"Brother Song, bye-bye~" Zhao Yaqian carried her bag and waved at him vigorously.

Tang Song looked up toward the 4th floor and said softly, "Don't you invite me up to sit for a while? To be honest, I'm quite curious about your room."

Zhao Yaqian was stunned, then remembered her room; because she was busy with work and lazy, she hadn't tidied it up properly for a long time.

Underwear at the head of the bed, bras at the end of the bed, messy closet, cosmetics placed casually...

She opened her mouth, her voice weak, "It's quite late today, and I have to go to work tomorrow, so let's just go to sleep early."

"Since it's inconvenient, forget it." Tang Song sighed.

It seems the relationship hasn't reached that point yet!

He didn't want to play ball in the room tonight, he just wanted to understand his beauty salon friend more deeply.

Looking at his boyfriend's disappointed expression, Zhao Yaqian bit her lip, stepped forward, and hugged his waist.

Bending her legs slightly, she put her head on his shoulder and swayed her body gently.

Her tone was coquettish, "It's really not inconvenient, honey, let's go next time, okay? Recently, my cousin and I have been thinking about moving, and the room is a bit messy, I don't want you to see it."

Feeling the softness in front of her, Tang Song took a deep breath.

He leaned into her ear and whispered, "Qianqian, come sit in the car with me for a while, there's something I want to tell you."

Zhao Yaqian nodded obediently; although she didn't understand what had to be said in the car, out of trust in Tang Song, she still obediently sat in.

The back seat of the Mercedes S-class was very spacious and comfortable.

Zhao Yaqian moved inward, letting Tang Song sit in too.

"Bang!" The door was closed.

"Brother Song, tell me, I'm listening carefully." Zhao Yaqian sat obediently, looking at him with affectionate eyes.

After all, he was her boyfriend, and he looked handsome no matter how she looked at him.

Tang Song didn't speak, putting the back seat to the lowest position.

"Click—" The door was locked from the inside.

Immediately after, he reached out to hold Zhao Yaqian's waist and hugged her over forcefully.

"Ah!" A scream, and when Zhao Yaqian came back to her senses, she found herself already sitting on Tang Song's lap.

Looking down, she saw Tang Song's gaze, which was as hot as fire.

"Brother Song..." Zhao Yaqian bit her plump lips, seemingly finally realizing what her boyfriend meant.

Tang Song leaned forward, kissing her slender and long neck directly, one hand holding the wine glass, the other hand moving upward to feel the truth.

Zhao Yaqian's body stiffened, feeling the hot temperature on her body, a whimper coming from her mouth, and she fell onto him weakly.

However, she didn't reach out to stop him like last time, her hands gently wrapping around him.

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other rang out in the carriage.

Feeling Zhao Yaqian's charming figure and sweet breath, Tang Song was burning all over, and the sound of his violent heartbeat filled his ears.

This was also his first time having such close contact with a girl, and the throbbing in his heart was indescribable.

"Qianqian." He couldn't help but call out softly.

Zhao Yaqian propped herself up, her mist-filled eyes looking at him blankly.

Tang Song raised his face, and Zhao Yaqian consciously lowered her head to kiss him.

On the cool night of May, the temperature in the car got higher and higher, and the two people's breathing gradually became heavy.

Zhao Yaqian's body swayed gently like a tree in the wind.

After a long while.

Tang Song slowly released her lips and asked softly, "Is the zipper of your dress on the back?"

"Mm." Zhao Yaqian nodded, turned her body, flicked her long hair, and revealed the silver zipper on the black dress, which was very beautiful.

"Sss—" Her fair and clean back gradually appeared, looking particularly charming in the dim carriage.

Tang Song couldn't help but reach out and stroke it gently; it was soft and smooth, and the lines and contours were extremely beautiful.

Zhao Yaqian stood very straight, and the C-cup in front of her became even more prominent.

Through the thin dress, one could clearly see its curve.

Tang Song's slender fingers flicked gently, and the shoulder strap of the dress slid to her arm.

Zhao Yaqian screamed, shyly covering her chest, "Brother Song, no! This is not good!"

"Qianqian, I love you, let me see, okay?" Tang Song's breathing was a bit rapid.

Hearing that "I love you," Zhao Yaqian became dizzy, muttering in her mouth: "Brother, I love you too."

Her hands slowly loosened.

The dress slid down a large chunk, revealing the light-colored inner wear.

Tang Song lowered his head, kissing the truth, perceiving the wonder of the world.