Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets-Chapter 1658 - 576: The Outline of First Love (Part 4)

Chapter 1658: Chapter 576: The Outline of First Love (Part 4)

The moonlight hung in midair, scattering silver-white coolness upon them.

The high-rise buildings of Shen City Bay shimmered in the distance.

They walked along.

At some point, Liu Qingning jumped onto Tang Song’s back.

Burying her small face near his neck and shoulder, she swung her legs, murmuring softly, "Giddy up, giddy up!"

Tang Song steadily supported her restless legs, his eyes full of indulgent smiles.

...

They took the elevator upstairs.

"We’re home."

Liu Qingning slowly opened her eyes, looking at the familiar door in front of her, before reluctantly sliding off his back.

She opened the heavy armored door, and the entrance light responded by lighting up.

As soon as Liu Qingning took off her shoes, she was pinned against the entrance cabinet.

"Hey, what are you up to!"

Tang Song said nothing, leaning down to capture her cherry lips, slowly sucking, gentle yet possessive.

The scent and warmth familiar to them both filled the air.

Liu Qingning’s face turned as red as an apple, dopamine frantically seeping through her brain.

After a long time.

The two slowly separated.

Liu Qingning patted his chest, muttering softly, "We’ve played all day, and I’m so sweaty; I’m going to take a shower and change clothes."

With that, she turned and ran towards the bedroom.

Tang Song chuckled and followed her.

"Bang—click—" The bathroom door was locked.

Clearly, his first love had no intention of taking a shower with him.

Tang Song returned to the bedroom.

Sitting on the small sofa by the window, he admired the view outside for a while.

Suddenly, he realized that today was Friday again.

He pulled out his phone.

Opened QQ and switched to his secondary account.

Immediately, an unread message popped up.

Sent two hours ago, very fresh.

Tang Song’s fingertips paused, opening the chat box.

[Zhang Yan: "Just finished proofreading the last draft of the day. Recently, some bothersome things have occurred, and I can’t help but want to talk to you. Hope I’m not disturbing you.

The company really has had some issues; this time the expenses for the business trip have yet to be reimbursed.

The boss said we should cover it ourselves first, so Lulu and I are gritting our teeth and staying at the cheapest budget hotel.

Lying in bed at night, I can always hear intermittent footsteps and whispers from next door, resembling the wandering wind in an old building.

...

This business trip isn’t particularly long, but it’s exceptionally taxing.

In this unfamiliar city, I often think of Orange. I wonder if she’s doing well at Lanlan’s home, or if she’s getting disliked for eating too much.

...

Lulu has started quietly sending out resumes, but the responses on Boss Direct Hiring are few and far between. She says she’s about to give up and wants to switch to a more stable industry.

The current environment isn’t good; everyone is scrambling for the job of a copywriter which anyone can do.

Moreover, AI is really powerful now, especially with the new model just released by Qingning Technology, said to mimic eighteen types of writing styles. (It seems anyone named ’Qingning’ is great at something.)

Our boss said that soon, maybe we won’t need our position anymore.

Honestly, it’s pretty scary.

...

Last week, I bought a 1985 Lijiang edition of "Snow Country" in a second-hand bookstore.

On the front page, the previous owner wrote a date and location—1992, Shanghai.

For some reason, this cross-temporal connection fascinates me.

Do you think, thirty years later, someone might accidentally find the book I left behind and wonder who this girl named Zhang Yan is?" ]

This is the longest message Zhang Yan has sent so far.

Tang Song stared at the screen for a long time, feeling some emotion stirring within him.

From her words, he could sense her frustration, unease, yearning, longing.

And her image was growing clearer in his mind.

Actually, after reading these messages many times, he had already sketched this middle school deskmate’s appearance in his mind.

Real and quiet.

Tang Song’s gaze passed through the floor-to-ceiling window facing north.

After finishing matters in Xiang River, he would be going to Yang City.

Even if he didn’t disturb this middle school deskmate, there might be a way to help her, hoping she leads a happier life.

Lost in thought for a while, Tang Song leaned back on the sofa, picking up a book nearby to read.

No idea how much time had passed.

The sound of a hair dryer hum came from the direction of the bathroom, followed by light footsteps slowly approaching him.

Tang Song raised his head, his gaze froze, his lips parted slightly.

Liu Qingning had changed into the white dress she wore during their video call, gently fitting her body, accentuating her delicate curves.

The impressive E cup proudly stretched the fabric of the dress, under the hemline the fair and proportionate thighs barely visible.

Different was that today she wore pigtails, endearingly pure, almost syrupy sweet.

Her childlike face paired with a youthful hairstyle, yet she wore a dress slightly provocative.

The contrast made Tang Song’s heart race.

"What are you looking at?" Liu Qingning playfully made a face, kicking her bare foot toward him.

Unexpectedly, Tang Song grabbed her ankle.

Her foot was petite, nails painted with transparent polish, the toes perfectly shaped, the arch elegant like crafted porcelain.

Warm and soft, carrying the fresh scent of a recent bath.

Tang Song gently caressed it, reluctant to let go of his palm.

"Stop—it’s ticklish!" Liu Qingning shrank, trying to escape, her laughter shy and coquettish.

She turned, her chest heaving suddenly, almost bursting out.

Tang Song tossed the book aside, pulling on her ankle lightly.

Liu Qingning cried out softly, losing her balance and toppling into his embrace.

Feeding on the matured body of his first love, seeing her familiar face.

Tang Song’s eyes burned, his voice deep, "You once said I could see what was under the dress; I’m off to Xiang River tomorrow, isn’t it time to fulfill that promise?"

In fact, till now, he hadn’t truly seen her completely bare.

Each intimate moment was either under dimly lit covers or through thin clothing.

His inner urge was becoming hard to control.

Liu Qingning gently pushed him, avoiding his gaze, "I didn’t promise you anything, I was just... asking you a question."

"But when you said it, your eyes clearly meant it."

Tang Song tightened his grip slightly.

Liu Qingning gasped, her legs weakening, "I didn’t mean anything by it."

Tang Song looked into her eyes, "My dear girlfriend, let me see, alright?"

His words were feather-soft, stirring the heart of his first love.

Liu Qingning’s dense lashes fluttered, her cheeks glowing, as if ignited, scorching slowly spreading from her cheeks to her ears.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

She bit her lower lip, eyes averting, her voice barely audible, "Aren’t you afraid... I’ll be exposed."

Tang Song’s eyes gleamed.

"Buzz—" The electric curtains slowly closed, sealing the dazzling night outside the room.

Liu Qingning walked two steps forward, turning off the main light, leaving only the atmosphere lamp.

Liu Qingning stepped forward two steps, fingering the switch softly, the main light fading.

Only the warm-colored atmosphere lamp in the corner remained glowing.

She stood still, back facing him, her slender shoulders slightly tense, as if breathing deeply, gathering some courage.

Eventually, she turned to face him.

Her eyes wandered, but she didn’t retreat a single step.

Her hands grasped the hemline of her dress, raising it little by little.

Her waist curvy yet firm, the flatness of her belly, the smooth texture of her skin...

Each and every part, under the dim light, outlines an astonishing silhouette.