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Chapter 1992 - 659: Born to Be Fit, Retribution? (Part 3)
Yao Lingling was taken aback, and her inner universe immediately exploded.
[What what what?! Is the senior going to... give me a massage?!]
[Does he think I’m stupid? Isn’t this just trying to...]
Her ears turned so red they could bleed, "This... This is so embarrassing..."
"It’s alright, after all, you’re my girlfriend."
Yao Lingling felt as if she was about to ignite, "True."
"Clap~~"
Tang Song patted her elastic buttocks, and with a gentle tone said, "Come on, lie down, relax."
"...Oh."
Yao Lingling lowered her head and obediently lay on the soft, large bed, her heartbeat a chaotic mess.
The white camisole and black sports shorts outlined her slender waist and full, rounded curves.
Under the warm yellow light, it was full of a unique charm.
Tang Song came to the bedside, his hand gently resting on her waist hollow.
The warmth and dryness of his palm held a peculiar perception, slowly pressing along her spine downward.
The strength ranging from light to heavy, earnestly feeling the meridian paths and muscle states under junior sister’s skin.
"Don’t be nervous, slow your breathing, follow me."
"Hmm... indeed, there’s some tension beside the lumbar vertebrae, which is a post-exercise symptom from carrying too much weight."
"...Lower back muscles tend to compensate, and over time, leads to soreness."
He spoke naturally, as if he were truly a morally and artistically accomplished, experienced old Chinese doctor.
Under the enhancement of the Hand Control Yuan skill, Tang Song’s hands seemed to gain life.
Every press landed precisely on her most sore points; every knead was like a warm current, instantly clearing her blocked meridians.
The intertwined sensation of soreness and comfort made Yao Lingling nearly lose her mind.
She bit her lip tightly, trying hard to hold back the sounds rising to her throat, yet her body still uncontrollably trembled.
She wasn’t foolish, naturally knowing what Tang Song was doing.
This was blatant teasing!
[Ahhhh! I can’t, I’m going crazy!]
[Senior, you really know what you’re doing!]
[Oh no, oh no, if this keeps up, I’m really going to melt...]
His fingertips traveled across her waist, back, hips, legs... Every tense muscle, under his control, gradually relaxed.
Tang Song’s breathing also slowly became heavier with the rhythm.
Lingling’s legs, like a big sister’s, were standard honey thighs.
The lines were smooth, the shape full, the muscle and fat ratio almost perfect, with a touch both supple and full of elasticity.
The alternation of pressure and release made his fingertips seem to sink into a smooth ocean, each touch bringing a visibly tremor.
"Senior!"
Yao Lingling suddenly called out, raising her head abruptly, her face red like a ripe apple, her eyes glistening.
Tang Song’s hand did not stop, continuing inward, "What’s wrong, Lingling?"
"I can’t take it anymore, I feel like... I’m going to..."
Tang Song bent slightly, his breath hot and voice low, "Going to what? Tell me."
"Senior... you, you’re so bad—"
Yao Lingling’s voice carried a trembling as if she was about to cry.
Soon, she suddenly flipped over, holding onto Tang Song’s shoulders.
Forcibly pressing him down onto the bed.
"Creak—"
The mattress vibrated violently.
The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of a post-bath.
The villa on the snowy night was instantly ignited.
Let’s say it, not surprising, no wonder Yao Lingling was Born to be fit.
Big frame, good appetite, not picky, pear-shaped figure, small chest thick legs, big butt.
Because of long-term squats and hip bridge exercises, the lower body contained amazing explosive and core strength.
At this moment, bursting out like a flexible bowstring.
Even suppressing Tang Song.
Of course, it also allowed him to appreciate a different scenery.
Outside the window, the bamboo forest gently swayed in the wind and snow, the black pines in the courtyard covered in white snow.
The hot spring water in the villa courtyard still surged, steaming silk-like mist, gently diffusing through the half-open glass door.
...
On Sunday, November 26, 2023, fog.
Morning.
Cheng Qiuyu slowly opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was the ceiling light that was a bit glaring.
Not just the bedroom, but the living room, kitchen, bathroom... all lights were on.
Cheng Qiuyu sat up, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, quietly dazing.
Her fear of darkness and being alone also stemmed from a childhood memory.
Back then she hadn’t started school, two years after her father passed away, her mother was still back home.
The summer in her memory was unusually hot, even the air was sticky.
Because she played wildly in the yard during the day, exhausted, she fell asleep on the bamboo mat in the afternoon.
When she woke up again, the sky was completely dark.
Not the dusk with the warm remains of sunset, but pure, pitch black without any light.
There was a power outage, her mom was not at home, the old wooden door was locked from the outside by a heavy latch.
Moreover, there were stray dogs that somehow got into the yard, scrounging for food outside, occasionally letting out eerie whimpers.
Less than 5 years old, she cowered in the corner of the bed, wrapping herself tightly with the quilt, crying non-stop.
Until late at night, a worried granny came over with a flashlight to check and discovered her locked alone in the dark room, crying almost to the point of exhaustion.
It was also on that day, her granny and mom had the most intense quarrel.
The next day, her mom packed up her luggage, left home without looking back, and went to Rong City for work.
She naturally became a left-behind child.
The fear of abandonment, along with that night’s darkness, combined into a nightmare she couldn’t shake off.