Chapter 557: Controlling Annie, [Nectar Spring Pot]

Hearing Tang Song’s playful remark, the expression of feigned coldness on Lin Muxue’s face finally couldn't hold up anymore.

She laughed out with a "pfft," her sexy body swaying left and right.

Looking at the fake socialite who had a completely different temperament from the beautician, Tang Song’s breathing quickened.

He held the beautician’s legs and beckoned to the other side.

His voice was low and magnetic: "Xiaoxue, come here."

Lin Muxue bit her lip, looking at the two intimately intertwined, not only did she not step forward, but she chuckled and deliberately took two steps back.

"You guys continue, I’m hungry, I’ll go eat something to pad my stomach first."

She pointed to the direction of the dining room, where decanted red wine and a dazzling array of exquisite delicacies were already laid out on the table.

After all, this isn't the company now; as his girlfriend, being willful occasionally might make her boyfriend care about her more.

After saying this, she even blinked provocatively at Tang Song.

She moved her long, straight, black-silk-clad legs, walking with an elegant model gait, trying to bypass the two.

However, just after she had walked a few steps.

Tang Song directly hugged Zhao Yaqian, who was already weak-kneed, with one hand and chased after her with long strides.

His sturdy muscle lines were slightly tense, showing amazing core strength.

"Ah!" Lin Muxue let out a cry of surprise; before she could react, her body was instantly airborne.

She was grabbed by Tang Song, hugged directly around the waist, and bumped into the beautician in his arms.

In the air, two completely different scents instantly blended and erupted, rushing into his nose.

Refreshing and heart-soothing.

Feeling the completely different yet equally moving touch, Tang Song only felt the blood in his whole body accelerating and boiling.

"Are you in such a hurry to eat? Do you want me to feed you a little first? Your hairstyle is just right for it." Tang Song leaned forward, bit her exquisite earlobe, and looked at her high ponytail.

Lin Muxue’s body shuddered violently, her beautiful legs wrapped in black silk subconsciously closing tightly.

The beautician beside her covered her mouth and chuckled, taking the opportunity to complain: "Xiaoxue has indeed been a bit greedy recently, her weight has even gone up a bit. Brother Song,

you should teach her a good lesson."

"You’re talking nonsense!" Lin Muxue slapped the beautician’s buttocks in shame and anger.

The beautician immediately slapped back without showing weakness.

The two of them started fighting in Tang Song’s arms.

Flowers shaking, spring scenery swirling.

Tang Song raised an eyebrow and joined the battle, attacking left and right to "uphold justice" on their perky buttocks.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Two charming cries of surprise sounded at the same time.

Immediately after, they stopped their internal fighting, tacitly turned their guns, and began to resist Tang Song, the Great Demon King, together.

The three of them instantly became entangled.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Muxue and Zhao Yaqian tidied up their messy hair and clothes and sat at the dining table with Tang Song.

Dinner was customized from Lan Yue Chinese Restaurant, and the dishes were exquisite and sumptuous.

Candlelight flickered, and the atmosphere was warm.

The three of them clinked glasses, and Lin Muxue took a symbolic sip, not drinking much.

She then took out her phone and took a photo of Tang Song opposite her.

She found Shen Yu’s WeChat and shared it.

She left a message: "(。_o。)" You’ve worked hard today, Shirley, I’ll help Mr. Tang relax well tonight."

After sending the message, Lin Muxue couldn't help but chuckle triumphantly and began to enjoy the food contentedly.

After being tempered by Qin Yingxue, she was indeed studying and working very seriously now, and even her social life had decreased, which was also the reason she had gained weight.

However, "teasing" and "suppressing" Shen Yu had become the game she enjoyed most in her spare time.

The three of them ate for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became swirling and ambiguous under the catalysis of alcohol and food.

A soft "clink" sound.

A can of iced white peach juice was placed gently by her hand.

Tang Song said with a smile: "Xiaoxue, you don't seem to like drinking much tonight, so drink more juice to replenish your fluids."

The expression on Lin Muxue’s face froze, her face flushed slightly: "No need, I’m not thirsty."

Because of her age and persona, she always had some image baggage in front of Zhao Yaqian.

Even now, she was trying hard to maintain decency, not daring to let the other party know about her shameful habit.

"Really?"

"Mm." Lin Muxue tried hard to maintain elegance.

Tang Song looked at Xiaoxue meaningfully, turned his head to the beautician, and said: "Qianqian, after we finish eating later, let’s play a game. Let’s team up and PK with Xiaoxue, how about it?"

Zhao Yaqian, who was eating beef in big mouthfuls, was stunned, looked at Xiaoxue, and said playfully: "Alright, I’ll listen to Brother Song!"

Listening to the two chatting.

Lin Muxue’s heart beat violently, and her eyelids fluttered wildly.

Are you kidding?! You two against me?!

She immediately retorted, her voice even becoming urgent: "Tang Song, you’re so good, of course, it should be me and Qianqian teaming up! That’s fair!"

"Oh?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, just let his gaze fall on that can of juice.

"That—I think I am indeed a bit thirsty." Lin Muxue took a deep breath, hurriedly picked up the juice, and began to drink "glug glug."

Zhao Yaqian on the side looked at this scene strangely.

Her intuition told her that there seemed to be some little secret between these two.

The heavy curtains in the living room were quietly drawn, isolating the brilliant night scene outside.

After eating and washing up simply, they huddled together on the large sofa in the living room.

They turned on the game console and started playing a PK game.

Tang Song didn't participate immediately, but enthusiastically appreciated the internal fighting between the beautician and the fake socialite, these two best friends.

They sat on his lap, holding game controllers, and fought fiercely.

The 19-year-old beautician, young and energetic, suppressed the fake socialite to death.

If it weren't for Tang Song helping out from time to time, Xiaoxue would have probably admitted defeat completely.

The night grew deeper.

Tang Song, whose interest was piqued, also picked up a game controller and participated.

In the small sofa, the atmosphere instantly became heated.

The sound of controller buttons, suppressed cries of surprise, and giggling and fighting that couldn't be distinguished whose was whose intertwined together.

The indoor temperature, which had started heating, was already pleasant.

At this moment, under the blending of the three people’s body temperatures, it became steaming hot.

The faces of the beautician and the fake socialite became redder and redder.

"That—you two continue playing," Lin Muxue suddenly stopped her movements, her voice carrying suppressed trembling, "I—I’m going to the bathroom—"

"Just right, I want to go too. I’ll accompany you."

After Tang Song finished speaking, he pulled her and walked toward the bathroom.

The beautician left on the side, looking at the backs of the two disappearing around the corner of the hallway, a trace of curiosity and strangeness flashed in her eyes.

Recalling when they played games together before, Xiaoxue seemed to run to the bathroom often.

She put down the game controller lightly and followed barefoot.

She leaned toward the half-open bathroom door and looked inside through the crack.

Her eyes widened more and more, her pupils filled with incredulity.

The air gradually quieted down, and a lazy atmosphere permeated the room.

The tired beautician and fake socialite lay limply on the large bed in the master bedroom.

Tang Song helped them cover themselves with a thin silk quilt.

Returning to the living room, he checked the time.

Just 9:30.

Tang Song poured a glass of whiskey, added two ice cubes, and sat alone on the single sofa in the living room.

Appreciating the brilliant night view outside the window, he savored the 3-on-3 basketball game just now.

"Ding-a-ling—"

The phone rang suddenly, breaking the quiet night.

[Annie]

Tang Song shook the amber liquid in his glass and answered the phone unhurriedly.

"Hello, Annie."

"Well, well," on the other end of the phone came Annie’s magnetic, grainy voice, "I heard—your three-person party just ended? Did you have fun, my dear Song?"

"You’re very well-informed."

"Of course." Annie’s voice was full of undisguised joy. "I left you a surprise; now, go to the drawer of Luna’s entryway cabinet and take a look!"

She paused deliberately, her tone becoming increasingly provocative. "I’m waiting for you in Room 3001 upstairs, but do you still have the strength to come up?

Honey."

"Oh?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You live in Lanfeng International Apartment?"

"Surprise, surprise."

"Indeed." Tang Song leaned on the sofa, took a sip of whiskey, his tone becoming casual. "However, why should I listen to you?"

"Hehe, because, Ms. Annie has always been number one on men’s lists." Her voice lowered, carrying a fatal temptation. "And, honey, if you don't come, maybe I’ll find some more interesting fun to pass this long night. I heard that you Chinese men seem—to care very much about 'loyalty,' don't you?"

Hearing her words, Tang Song’s fingertips tapped lightly on the edge of the glass, and he said coldly: "It seems the last lesson wasn't enough to teach you how to please me."

A soft hum came from the receiver, and then the phone was hung up.

Tang Song took a deep breath and stood up, walking toward the entryway.

In the drawer, a black 3001 access card was lying there.

With his keenness, he naturally guessed the other party’s plan.

A normal man, after just finishing a fierce overtime game with two ball-playing partners, would definitely be exhausted.

The big foreign horse calculated the timing, wanting to launch an attack when he was at his most "vulnerable," trying to defeat him and save her self-esteem and pride.

Tang Song chuckled and walked out the door.

Unfortunately, who made him a cheater?

Tang Song opened the system interface and entered the warehouse.

[Recovery Potion *3]: After use, it can quickly restore physical strength to the best state, while clearing soreness and discomfort in the body, helping you complete training better.

As of now, he still has 3 potions left unused.

Let’s complete the [Control Annie] task tonight.

After all, there isn't much pride left for this horse.

Select [Recovery Potion] and use it immediately.

Immediately after, a mass of viscous and sweet liquid appeared out of thin air in his mouth.

"Glug—"

A cool feeling slid from his throat all the way into his stomach.

He shuddered slightly, and his body, which had still carried a hint of fatigue, instantly recovered to perfection.

All the soreness and swelling on his body disappeared, and his physical strength reached its peak again.

The whole person was like a morning after a ten-hour deep sleep, in the best state possible!

"Ding—"

The elevator stopped slowly on the 30th floor.

Tang Song strode to the door of Room 3001 and gripped the door handle.

"Beep—" The smart lock unlocked in response.

Sure enough, he had "also" been here before.

He pushed the door and entered.

The lighting in the entire room was adjusted to be extremely dim, with only a few floor lamps emitting warm and soft light halos.

Latin jazz music flowed in the air.

On the bar counter not far away, there was a bottle of champagne that had just been opened and was still emitting wisps of cold air, and beside it were two crystal-clear crystal glasses.

Obviously, Annie had made full preparations for this "turnaround battle" tonight.

Tang Song’s gaze passed through this carefully arranged "hunting ground" and saw Annie Kate standing in the center of the living room at a glance.

She was wearing a breathtaking black hip-hugging dress, the tight lace corset perfectly wrapped her proud curves, the sequins on her waist shone like stars, and under the high-slit skirt were long, beautiful legs that were also covered in black lace and faintly visible.

Her red lips were like fire, her long golden hair was draped like a waterfall, and her ice-blue eyes flashed with a queen-like confident and proud light.

The whole person was full of fatal temptation, elegant and dangerous.

"Oh~~" Annie’s red lips hooked into a playful arc. "I thought you would need to come up in a wheelchair."

She walked toward him with an elegant cat-like gait, each step swaying, carrying an indisputable sense of oppression.

Tang Song didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

Having returned to his peak state, his aura was also shockingly powerful.

Annie stood still in front of him, stretching out those slender fingers painted with cinnabar red,

as if admiring a trophy about to be obtained, lightly and provocatively brushing across his sturdy chest.

"I have to admit, your body is indeed very attractive to me." Her voice lowered, carrying a hint of lazy hoarseness, her breath like orchids: "However, the real war has just begun; I hope you don't admit defeat too quickly, and then—"

Her finger moved to Tang Song’s mouth, the force increasing slightly, "Finally, you can only use it to please me."

A dangerous light appeared in Tang Song’s eyes. "It seems the last lesson wasn't enough to teach you how to be an obedient horse."

Thinking of those two days at the Magic City Overseas Chinese Town last time, Annie subconsciously licked her lips, her heart palpitating.

Just as she was about to say something to refute.

Her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a powerful, large hand like lightning.

Immediately after, an irresistible, huge force came.

"Ah!"

Annie let out a cry of surprise, and her whole body instantly lost balance, being hugged roughly by Tang Song.

"You—!"

"Bang—" Tang Song pressed her onto the soft wool carpet in the living room.

Looking down at her from above, his movements were full of primitive and direct humiliation.

A strong sense of stimulation and shame instantly swept over Annie’s whole body.

"F**k, you bastard!" She couldn't help but swear, flames of anger burning in her ice-blue eyes.

"Shut up!"

Messy sounds rang out in the room.

"Oh my God! Are you trying to kill me?!"

"How is that possible?"

"No—you—you monster!"

All of Annie’s resistance was suppressed one by one by him in a more forceful and domineering way.

Outside the window were the lights of ten thousand homes; beneath her was the soft, yet seemingly endless carpet.

Those proud ice-blue eyes were gradually covered by a layer of blurred mist.

The faint light of the late autumn morning passed through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Permeating the living room, kitchen, entryway, and bedroom, some scattered black sequined fabric reflected a faint light.

Annie lay there motionless, her long golden hair spread out like seaweed, covering most of her pale face.

She opened her dry lips, seemingly wanting to say something.

But when she touched Tang Song’s playful gaze, she chose to close her mouth obediently.

Her gaze toward Tang Song was full of fear.

Heaven knows what she had experienced this night.

What a monster!

Immediately after, her body lifted into the air. "Stop!" Annie was so scared she let out a short scream.

"Don't be nervous, I’ll take you to take a bath." Tang Song leaned into her ear, his voice low and warm, carrying an indisputable meaning.

The big foreign horse in his arms hadn't recovered yet before she was hugged into the bathroom.

Amidst the steaming heat, the warm water washed over her skin, also washing away the chaotic fear in her mind bit by bit.

Tang Song’s movements were very light, his fingertips brushing over her shoulders, back, and hair.

It was no longer the sharp aggression of last night, but a kind of possessive tenderness and comfort.

This contrast made Annie’s heartbeat even more chaotic.

Walking out of the bathroom, he used a soft bath towel to wipe the water droplets off their bodies.

Hugging the powerless Annie, he sat on the edge of the bed.

Outside the bedroom floor-to-ceiling window, the sky in Yancheng was already bright.

Sunlight passed through the gauze curtains, plating everything in the room with a hazy and quiet halo.

Tang Song just hugged her like this, using the morning light to seriously and carefully examine the big foreign horse in his arms for the first time.

Annie’s features were of the typical rich-face type.

Full high skull top, big eyes, cold white skin.

Her features had a large sense of volume, thick lips and a straight nose, with great visual impact.

But this highly aggressive beauty was cleverly embedded in that small and full face of hers, especially the lower half of her face, which had a heavy sense of dullness, greatly weakening this sharpness.

Fashionable, bright, sexy, dignified—

These seemingly contradictory traits blended perfectly on her.

Coupled with this devilish figure that was like an ancient Greek sculpture, full of power and beauty.

One has to admit that human aesthetics are indeed highly consistent to a certain extent.

To anyone, she is an absolute top-tier beauty.

Tang Song’s slender fingers stroked her exquisite cheeks, from her smooth forehead to her high-bridged nose.

Finally, they landed on her swollen lips.

His voice became gentle for the first time: "Annie, you are truly beautiful; you can make people addicted."

Hearing this sudden praise, Annie’s ice-blue eyes trembled, her voice hoarse: "Consider you—having some taste."

Immediately after, the crisp system notification sound rang out again.

"Ding! Congratulations to the player, the role interaction task [Control Annie] has been completed."

"Ding! You have obtained [Charm +1]."

"Ding! You have obtained [Stamina +3]."

"Ding! You have obtained the special item [Tang Song’s Belt *1]."

A bright smile appeared on Tang Song’s face.

He lowered his head, no longer having any hesitation, and kissed Annie’s lips deeply.

This was a gentle, lingering deep kiss carrying comfort and reward.

Murmurs of satisfaction came from the big foreign horse’s mouth.

She had no resistance, just responding submissively.

After a while.

Tang Song hugged her and lay on the bed.

Soon, Annie’s breathing became even.

The sky outside the window became brighter and brighter, and the noise of the city gradually began to revive.

Because he had just taken the [Recovery Potion] two hours ago, Tang Song didn't feel sleepy.

After the big foreign horse fell into a deep sleep, he got out of bed.

Returning to Room 2002 downstairs.

The familiar warmth, mixed with a faint fragrance and the breath of life, rushed toward him.

In the corner of the living room, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Lin Muxue was wearing tight fitness clothes and jumping rope.

Hearing the movement at the door, she stopped her movements quickly and turned around.

Seeing Tang Song’s figure, her gaze dodged a bit, and she asked with concern in a low voice: "Tang Song, you—are back?"

She was the one who tipped off the news yesterday after all.

Although it was a bit of fun between a man and a woman, she still felt a bit guilty.

Especially since Annie Kate looked like the type who was not easy to mess with.

"Good morning, Xiaoxue." Tang Song had a faint smile on his face. "Have you eaten?"

Lin Muxue breathed a sigh of relief instantly. "Not yet, what do you want to eat? I’ll go make it!"

"Let’s go out to eat together, I’ll go call Qianqian." Tang Song said, walking into the master bedroom.

A sweeter scent assailed him.

Zhao Yaqian was lying on her side on the bed, playing with her phone comfortably.

Her perfectly curved legs stretched out from under the thin quilt, swinging back and forth in the air.

Tang Song stepped forward, pinched her cheeks, and dragged the beautician out of the quilt.

Ten minutes later.

The three of them wrapped in thick coats and walked downstairs.

In the late autumn morning, the air was crisp and clean.

Sunlight passed through the bare plane tree branches, casting mottled and warm light spots on the ground.

Tang Song held the beautician’s hand, chasing the withered leaves rolled up by the wind with her.

Stepping on the fallen leaves, they made a crisp "crunch crunch" sound.

The whole world seemed to be dyed with a layer of soft filter.

Lin Muxue followed behind the two, holding her phone, taking photos with a smile.

They walked along the main road of the city for a while and turned into a street full of the breath of life.

The small stalls at the street corner rose with wisps of heat, fried dough sticks sizzled in the pot, and the aroma of steamed buns and the mellow fragrance of soy milk intertwined in the air, making people unable to help but quicken their pace.

The three of them sat around a small wooden table, each ordering their favorite breakfast.

Eating and chatting.

"I just saw the news, Su Yu’s new album is going to be released on November 18th, and it has already rushed to the top of the trending list."

"Brother Song, can you help me get a few signed records?"

"Alright, no problem."

Tang Song smiled, but his gaze was slightly dazed.

November 18th, Su Yu releases an album, and it is also the birthday of his white moonlight.

On that day last year, because he had just found a job and the two were thousands of miles apart, he didn't end up being able to spend it with her.

This year, no matter what, he has to go there.

"Brother Song, open your mouth, ah—"

His thoughts were pulled back, and a steaming small steamed bun had been handed to his mouth.

Before him was the beautician’s pretty face, which looked even more charming and moving in the steam.

Tang Song smiled and took a bite, taking the opportunity to lower his head and kiss her hand, the soup with grease falling on her snow-white, delicate skin.

This caused the beautician to pout coquettishly, and she followed suit and kissed him on the face.

Just then, a crisp system notification sound rang in Tang Song’s ear.

"Ding! Aura charging reached 100%, Aura Baptism has been triggered."

Immediately after, a thin halo sprayed down from above his head, like morning light penetrating the mist, dreamy and beautiful.

"Ding! You have obtained the health-type special item [Nectar Spring Pot]."

[Nectar Spring Pot]: A simple and elegant purple clay teapot; pour in drinking water and let it sit for a quarter of an hour, and the water quality will become sweet and mellow, like mountain spring water. Long-term drinking of water or tea brewed from this pot can nourish the five internal organs, clear the heart and lungs, and slowly and continuously improve physical function. (This physical item can be gifted)

[Note: The sun and moon are long in the pot, one sip returns to innocence]