Free Web NovelChapter 1989: Chapter 658: Yao Lingling’s Audacious Boldness (Part 4)
Looking at her silly yet lovestruck expression, Tang Song teased with a smile, "So, how was it? Are you satisfied? Isn’t it your turn now?"
"Ah..." Yao Lingling let out a soft cry, blushing as she fumbled for a while, finally unraveling her bathrobe.
She was wearing a dark-colored bikini.
The top was a supportive design, indeed... working hard to squeeze out a slight curve, but even so, it couldn’t mask her modest size.
Noticing Tang Song’s gaze towards her chest, a strong feeling of shame and inferiority surged instantly.
Yao Lingling hurriedly turned around, taking advantage of hanging her bathrobe, turning her back to him.
Exposing her bikini-clad back.
Her slender upper body contrasted with her rounded and perky bum, creating a visually stunning waist-to-hip ratio.
The curve started from her slim lower back, reaching its peak at the highest point of her buttocks, then slowly tapering down, seamlessly connecting with her healthy, ample thighs.
Admiring the junior’s back, Tang Song felt refreshed, indeed not disappointed.
Soon, Yao Lingling turned around.
Covering her chest, she walked down the stone steps with a blush, submerging her entire body in the warm water.
Little A was obscured by the mist, and she finally let out a sigh of relief.
Really, the senior’s body was overwhelming, putting her under great pressure.
Tang Song picked up the pot of warmed fruity tea from the stone platform by the pool and poured a cup for each.
"Come on, let’s toast."
Yao Lingling took the smooth white porcelain cup with both hands, giggling in response, "Cheers!"
"Ding~"
She held the warm teacup, taking small sips, as the sweet and sour berry aroma spread between her lips and teeth.
It drove away the last trace of chill within her body.
They faced each other, soaking in the hot spring while chatting.
From discussing plans for the next season under the [He Yi] brand, to humorous anecdotes from the college campus, and on to the latest entertainment gossip.
Tang Song, soaking in the spring, looked at the lively junior across, feeling completely relaxed.
He really liked Lingling.
Not just physically, but more so mentally.
Since the initial cyber nurturing game from the Little Red Book, the energetic Yaoling had brought him countless joy and warmth.
Between them, there seemed to be a natural harmony.
Whether chatting about games, discussing designs, gossiping, or playfully teasing each other, it all flowed effortlessly and comfortably.
She was optimistic, generous, sincere, and not pretentious; being with her always easily brought happiness.
If he were still the ordinary person from the Little Red Book who "listened to advice for transformation."
Probably, he would also become good friends with Lingling, sharing everything.
The Japanese lanterns in the courtyard emitted a warm glow.
Wrapping their silhouettes and the surrounding bamboo grove and snowy scenery in a serene and beautiful atmosphere.
As the water temperature slowly dropped, the mist on the surface became slightly thinner.
Yao Lingling’s gaze uncontrollably fell on Tang Song again, staring somewhat entranced.
Tiny snowflakes landed on his jet-black hair or grazed his prominent nose, melting into the warm steam.
His already handsome face, under such conditions, appeared like a vision stepping out from a manga.
Yao Lingling’s heartbeat grew faster, faster, and faster...
With a bite of her lip and a stomp of her foot.
Damn it! What’s there to be afraid of?!
Today, he is my rightful boyfriend!
A fool not to take advantage!
Lust is a sharp blade, but at this moment, Yao Lingling was emboldened beyond belief.
She stood up from the water, causing a splash of shimmering droplets.
Soon after, she suddenly stepped forward and hugged Tang Song’s body.
Kissing his lips once again.
This time, she didn’t close her eyes, instead courageously staring into his brilliant eyes.
Imitating scenes from dramas, she poured all her pent-up admiration and longing into this impulsive yet fiery French wet kiss.
Feeling Lingling’s sudden passion, the corners of Tang Song’s eyes tilted slightly, starting to respond skillfully and gently, guiding her.
Soon, the mist rose in the junior’s eyes, obediently following his rhythm.
Tang Song’s hand slid down her smooth spine, over the bikini string, crossing the exaggerated curves.
A sense of possessive satisfaction and fulfillment instantly filled his heart.
Snowflakes fell gently from the dark gray sky.
In the courtyard, only the sound of flowing water could be heard.
