Two people, both inexperienced at kissing, simply sucked on each other's lips.

Zhao Yaqian tilted her head, eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly's wings.

"Zzzip—" The zipper was slowly pulled down.

Her light, sun-protective jacket opened slightly, revealing the white cotton undershirt beneath.

A flat stomach and the alluring curves of her figure created a mesmerizing silhouette.

"Ah—" Zhao Yaqian gasped as the curves of her body began to shift freely.

Heavy breaths mingled in the air between them. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel⦿fire.net

Even through the fabric, Tang Song could feel the incredible tension.

Looking at his beauty therapist friend's flushed face, a sense of possessive satisfaction surged in his heart.

Memories of their past month together flooded his mind.

He lifted his head.

Zhao Yaqian slowly opened her misty eyes, her voice soft and sweet as she said, "Brother Song, you..."

Tang Song met her gaze and asked, "Zhao Yaqian, do you have feelings for me? I mean in a boyfriend-girlfriend way."

Zhao Yaqian looked down at his hand resting on her chest and whispered, "Yes, I like you."

With that, her plump, moist lips were sealed once again.

Her bangs, disheveled at some point, hung between them.

The air in the car grew hotter.

In the haze of the night, two novices greedily inhaled each other's breath, feeling as though the entire world had shrunk to just the two of them.

...

On the way home, Tang Song couldn't stop smiling, his fingers dancing on her thigh.

The only regret was that she was wearing long pants—how much better it would have been if she had worn a short skirt.

At Tiankuo Garden, Building 6, Unit 2, Zhao Yaqian slipped out of the car, her legs feeling weak.

She grabbed the LV bag from the back seat, holding it in front of her with both hands. Smiling, she looked at Tang Song and said, "Brother Song, thank you for the gift. I love it. I've never owned anything so expensive before."

"This is the medium-sized Carryall bag; it suits your height perfectly." Tang Song looked at the tall, sexy beauty therapist and added, "Don't forget to use the phone often."

"Mm-hmm, I will! I'm going to switch to the new phone tonight!" Zhao Yaqian glanced at the phone box in the bag, her eyes sparkling joyfully.

"I mean, take lots of photos and share your outfits."

"Ah—" Zhao Yaqian bit her lip. "I got it."

"Alright then, get some rest. I know you're tired after today." Tang Song stepped forward, gently stroking her silky hair, his eyes full of concern.

Zhao Yaqian nodded and stepped closer to kiss his cheek, her big eyes blinking, "Bye-bye~"

"Bye-bye~"

She took a few steps, then turned back, looking sweetly at Tang Song. "Be careful on the way home. I'll be thinking of you tonight."

With that, she skipped away, the bag swinging in her hands, walking as if on air.

Watching her leave, Tang Song let out a long breath.

Tonight, for the first time, he had personally felt a woman's curves, filling him with joy.

The only downside was that when he tried to slide his hand inside, the shy beauty therapist stopped him—it seemed he would have to take things step by step.

He waited until the hallway light on the fourth floor turned on and off again before returning to the car and heading to Yanjing Tiancheng Residence.

...

Entering her apartment, Zhao Yaqian kicked off her shoes without even bothering to put on slippers and dashed to her bedroom door, calling out as she opened it, "Ting Ting! Hey? Not here?"

Blinking surprised, Zhao Yaqian returned to the living room and pulled her phone from the bag.

As soon as the screen lit up, she saw several missed calls from He Liting.

Zhao Yaqian's face went pale as she suddenly remembered forgetting to tell He Liting that Tang Song was picking her up from work.

During work hours, she kept her phone on vibrate, and with the rush after work, she hadn't turned the ringer back on.

It was already 11 PM—far past the time she would usually be home.

She quickly unlocked the screen and dialed back.

The call was answered almost immediately.

An anxious voice came through, "Qianqian! What happened? Why didn't you answer your phone? Where are you?"

Feeling guilty, Zhao Yaqian softly replied, "Sorry, Ting Ting, I forgot to tell you—Tang Song picked me up after work. I'm home now."

"Ahh!" a scream echoed through the phone. You lousy Qianqian! I was so worried about you! I waited for you at the bus stop for 20 minutes on my e-bike, and you didn't even care."

Zhao Yaqian held the phone away from her ear until He Liting's shouting subsided. Then, sweetly, she said, "I'm sorry! I won't do it again, I promise. Ting Ting, you're so kind—please forgive me just this once."

"Wait till I get home; then I'll teach you a lesson!" He Liting shouted before hanging up.

Zhao Yaqian stuck out her tongue, stood still for a moment, then blushed as she grabbed a clean pair of panties from the balcony and headed to her bedroom.

Today had been particularly exhausting; she had sweated a lot, and her clothes were soaked.

After changing into her pajamas, Zhao Yaqian returned to the living room just in time to hear the hurried footsteps in the hallway.

The door burst open, and He Liting stormed in, her face full of anger.

Before she could say anything, Zhao Yaqian quickly interrupted, "Ting Ting, come look at this!"

He Liting followed her gaze and spotted the open orange box with a beautifully crafted bag inside.

Recognizing the familiar leather, He Liting rushed over, exclaiming, "Is this... an LV bag?"

Zhao Yaqian's eyes sparkled with joy as she nodded vigorously. "It's the LV Carryall—the same one Zhang Wenju showed us before."

"Is this a high-quality knockoff?" He Liting's eyes widened.

Their hometown friend, Zhang Wenju, often met up with them and once showed off a similar bag, only for it to later be exposed as a knockoff, leading to an awkward situation.

Zhao Yaqian hugged the bag to her chest and proudly said, "Of course not! This is the real deal—a gift from Brother Song! I just checked it's worth ¥21,000!"

She stood up, slung the bag over her shoulder, and twirled around in front of He Liting.

"Isn't it beautiful? The leather strap is adjustable, so it can be worn on one shoulder, crossbody, or even removed. The interior is super spacious with many pockets—I tried fitting my makeup bag, water bottle, umbrella, and tablet, and they all fit perfectly."

She loved this bag—it perfectly matched her height and made her feel chic.

He Liting pouted, momentarily forgetting her anger as she approached to gently touch the bag.

The leather was soft and smooth, the stitching even and precise, and the hardware gleamed with a refined, high-end finish. It was much more beautiful than Zhang Wenju's knockoff.

Feeling jealous, He Liting sighed, "Qianqian, Tang Song is good to you, gifting you such an expensive bag."

Zhao Yaqian stuck out her tongue, opened the bag, and grinned, "Look inside—there's more!"

He Liting was puzzled but reached inside, pulling out a brand-new iPhone still in its plastic wrap.

"Hehe, now I have the latest flagship phone! Last time we had dinner, Zhang Wenju and Li Yuanyuan teased me about my old phone, but now I can make them green with envy!" Zhao Yaqian clenched her fists, eager to show off.

"Forget about them—I'm already green with envy!" He Liting stared at the bag, then the ¥10,000+ phone, her eyes wide with disbelief.

She knew Tang Song drove a BMW and came from a wealthy family, but she hadn't expected him to be so generous.

She knew some rich guys, but none had ever casually given gifts worth over ¥30,000.

"By the way, Qianqian, how far have you two gone?" He Liting suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Zhao Yaqian's face immediately turned red. "Not that far yet—just normal... boyfriend and girlfriend stuff."

They hadn't done much—just some leg and chest touching over clothes.

Recalling the heat she felt during their embrace earlier, Zhao Yaqian squeezed her legs together, her mind wandering.

After a moment, she said, "Ting Ting, I never mentioned this before, but Brother Song is wealthier than I thought—he drives a BMW."

"Really... he's quite impressive, then." He Liting bit her lip. "Qianqian, I think you still don't know enough about him. As you spend more time together, you should ask more about his background, family, and past relationships."

She hadn't forgotten the elegant woman in the Burberry coat.

"Mm, I understand." Zhao Yaqian replied absentmindedly, then smiled, "Come on, Ting Ting, let's unbox the new phone together!"

He Liting said nothing more and sat on the couch, watching as Zhao Yaqian excitedly unboxed, activated, swapped SIM cards, and transferred data to the new phone.

They fiddled with it until midnight when Zhao Yaqian, finally satisfied, put away the phone and went to wash up before bed.

Lying under the covers, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her mind full of thoughts about Tang Song's hands and lips.

Brother Song's lips smelled so nice, and kissing him felt so good.

His hands were beautiful, too—slender, fair, and very skillful.

The moonlight outside was obscured by clouds, casting a vague, hazy light into the room.

The 19-year-old beauty therapist licked her lips, then brought her hands together, trying to cast a spell.