Chapter 1849: Chapter 624: See You in New York! Jing’s Wedding Dress!_4

The clearest feeling is that my mind becomes clearer and sharper.

The business logic and mind games that used to require deliberate analysis and judgment are now extraordinarily transparent.

A subtle sense of control slowly flows forth.

...

10:30 PM.

Lanfeng International Hotel, 30th floor, Presidential Suite.

"Beep——"

The door lock emits a barely perceptible soft sound, and the heavy double doors silently glide open.

Tang Song steps in.

The magnificent curtains and suspended chandelier cast a soft warm light.

In the air, there’s a faint high-end fragrance mixed with rose and sandalwood, ambiguous and tranquil.

The whole suite is unusually quiet.

Changing into slippers, crossing the empty living room.

Tang Song slows his steps a bit.

The door to the master bedroom is slightly ajar, not completely closed.

A soft glow quietly streams through the crack, illuminating a small warm area of the long pile carpet in the hallway.

Clearly, his beautiful and rich friend is already prepared to welcome his next "lesson."

Tang Song smiled and reached out to push the door open.

The next second, his breath suddenly hitched, and his steps involuntarily stopped.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the neon lights of the bustling city flow slightly.

Jing sits on the soft thick carpet, dressed in a holy, seemingly luminous strapless wedding gown.

The hazy and light veil falls naturally.

The skirt layers spread wide, gently supporting her slender and sexy "Born to be suitable for JK uniforms" body.

Her black, seaweed-like long hair cascades smoothly over her shoulders.

Making her already sweet and pretty face appear even more dreamy and ethereal.

The intricate lace patterns tightly wrap her perky C-cup chest and extend downward, like vines entwined around a sacred offering.

The sight before him, beautiful beyond mortal limits, like a bride about to dedicate herself to the gods.

This ultimate visual impact causes Tang Song’s heart to begin uncontrollably accelerating, accelerating once again.

"Song, am I beautiful?" Jing lifts her head, eyes flashing with innocent joy and warmth.

The answer, she actually already sees it.

"Very beautiful," Tang Song’s voice is somewhat husky, "like... an angel."

The simple and straightforward compliment makes Jing’s face bloom into a smile brighter than the neon outside the window.

The whole room seems to brighten a few degrees because of her. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Then... Lord Tang Song," she adjusts her sitting posture, legs together, slightly curling up, asking in an almost reverent, trembling tone, "can the ’lesson’ begin now?"

"Of course."

"Then... be strict with Jing..." She bites her lower lip, a trace of unhealthy anticipation rises in her eyes.

Tang Song says nothing more.

Step by step, he approaches her, looking down admiring the "bride" before him.

Then, slowly bends down, capturing her lustrous and fragrant ruby lips.

The wet and heated kiss, filled with a deep sense of possession.

Jing lets out a satisfied whimper, leaning back, hands supporting herself on the soft carpet behind.

The deep ravine, pressed by the wedding dress, appears even more breathtaking.

Tang Song’s kiss travels down like a raging wildfire.

Leaving patch after patch of searing marks on her cool white skin.

He can clearly feel the violent shaking of the body in his embrace, can smell the unique intoxicating scent mixed with floral notes and maiden fragrance coming from her.

After a long time.

When he raises his head again, Jing’s sweet face is already stained with blush.

Her gaze is hazy, like shrouded in mist.

Tang Song’s fingers reach around her back, finding the zipper on the gown, applying light pressure.

Preparing to slowly peel away this holy "offering."

Just then, Jing suddenly stopped him, "No need to take it off, wearing this... is fine..."

She originally planned to wear the most beautiful clothes and complete the final step with Tang Song in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Quan City.

And the romantic, beautiful wedding dress is undoubtedly the best choice.

It will also ensure that her Lord Tang Song remembers this moment forever.

Following that, Jing gently bites Tang Song’s fingers, the pressure from her teeth perfectly moderate.

Teasing yet submissive.

Her eyes reveal an unhealthy haziness and madness, as if sacrificing her soul.

"If... if my Lord Tang Song deems it inconvenient, you, you can tear it open..."

Looking at his beautiful and rich friend in this pure yet seductive, utterly crazy state.

Tang Song’s breath becomes rapid, fingers suddenly gaining strength.

Jing lets out a whimper, seemingly eagerly anticipating the destructive ripping.

"Boom——"

Tang Song directly lifts her from the ground.

And then discovers that beneath the layers of the wedding dress’s skirt, there are some peculiar special items hidden.

Jing pants, saying:

"Please... punish Jing... even if you tear me apart too... it’s... fine..."