Inside the Korean fried chicken restaurant.

Tang Song ordered a full spread of different flavored fried chicken.

Zhao Yaqian had been here a few times before but had never experienced such a feast. Given how hungry she was, she couldn’t stop eating.

Since he had already eaten dinner, Tang Song only tried a few bites to taste the flavors.

As they chatted, Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu gradually relaxed, laughing and asking about the story between him and Zhao Yaqian.

Typically outgoing, Zhao Yaqian blushed as she quietly recounted her and Tang Song’s story: meeting at Yizi Beauty Salon, getting a membership, skincare treatments, earrings, trips, and street food...

Tang Song listened quietly beside her, a faint smile on his lips.

Her friends at the beauty salon had witnessed her transformation and even played a big part in it. This was his first time hearing her describe her feelings, and he found it quite interesting.

When she mentioned Yizi Salon’s closure, Tang Song remembered her silence and sadness that night.

He raised an eyebrow and casually placed his hand on her leg, giving it a light pat.

Zhao Yaqian yelped softly, startled.

With a feigned sigh, Tang Song said, “I tried comforting her that day, and in the heat of the moment, I confessed my feelings. But Qianqian turned me down. It hurt me for a long time.”

Hearing this, Zhao Yaqian’s eyes grew a bit panicked. She stumbled over her words, “Actually, I… I just hadn’t figured things out then. I actually… Alright, Song, that was my fault.”

With a sigh, she gave up trying to defend herself.

The truth was that family concerns had held her back, but she knew Tang Song would never believe that. It had probably looked like she only started liking him after seeing him drive a BMW.

“I’ve already forgiven you,” Tang Song said with a smile, his hand gently brushing up her skirt under the table.

Finally, for the first time, his hand touched her smooth, shapely leg directly. He felt thoroughly satisfied.

Her legs were evenly proportioned with smooth, toned lines, no visible muscle or fat. Her skin was soft and tight, like fine silk—warm and silky to the touch.

This is the kind of leg you could admire forever!

Zhao Yaqian pressed her legs tightly together, her hand trembling as she held a piece of chicken. Her blush deepened, spreading down her neck and to her ears.

As Zhao Yaqian continued to tell their story, Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu clicked their tongues, realizing their chicken wasn’t tasting as good anymore.

Here was a guy who drove an unassuming Wuling Hongguang, yet had a warm, sunny personality. Under her guidance, he had slowly transformed into a charming heartthrob.

Their relationship grew naturally over time, and now, here he was, showing up in a BMW or a Benz—a plot straight out of a romance novel!

Outside the fried chicken restaurant.

After sending Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu off in a taxi, Zhao Yaqian let out a long sigh.

Tang Song turned to her, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Her black floral dress fluttered in the breeze, hinting at her alluring figure.

In her high heels, she was just a little taller than him. Standing there in the evening light, she had an enchanting allure that made his heart race.

“Song, thank you so much for today,” Zhao Yaqian said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze shy.

“How do you plan on thanking me, my girlfriend?”

Hearing this, she couldn’t help but smile. She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply.

Their lips met in a sweet, bashful embrace.

Tang Song’s hand instinctively found her waist as he melted into the scent and warmth of his girlfriend’s gentle affection.

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At Tiankuo Garden Complex.

“Bye, Song~” Zhao Yaqian waved vigorously, her handbag in hand.

Tang Song glanced up at her fourth-floor apartment and said softly, “Aren’t you going to invite me up? I’ll admit, I’m curious about your place.”

She hesitated, suddenly remembering the state of her apartment. Between work and her lack of motivation to tidy up, she hadn’t properly cleaned in ages.

There were undies by the bed, bras at the foot of it, a messy closet, and random cosmetics strewn around...

She opened her mouth and said softly, “It’s late, and I have work tomorrow. How about we just get some rest?”

“If it’s inconvenient, no worries,” Tang Song sighed.

It looked like their relationship hadn’t quite reached that stage.

He wasn’t necessarily planning to “score” tonight—he just wanted to know her better.

Seeing his disappointed expression, Zhao Yaqian bit her lip, then stepped forward and hugged him around the waist.

Bending her knees slightly, she rested her head on his shoulder, swaying gently.

In a tender voice, she said, “It’s not that, love. Next time, okay? My cousin and I have been thinking of moving, so it’s a bit of a mess in there, and I’d rather you didn’t see it that way.”

Feeling her softness against him, Tang Song took a deep breath.

He leaned toward her ear and whispered, “Qianqian, come sit with me in the car for a bit. I have something I want to tell you.”

Obediently, she nodded. Though unsure why they needed to go to the car, she trusted Tang Song and followed him.

The back seat of the S-Class Mercedes was spacious and comfortable.

Zhao Yaqian slid in, moving to make room for Tang Song.

Thunk! The car door shut.

“Song, go ahead—I’m listening.” She looked at him with an affectionate gaze.

That’s my boyfriend; he’s so handsome.

Tang Song didn’t speak; he lowered the back seat to its lowest position.

Click— He locked the door from inside.

He then reached out and pulled Zhao Yaqian onto his lap.

“Ah!” She yelped, startled, and found herself looking down at his intense gaze.

“Song…” She bit her full lip, suddenly understanding his intentions.

Tang Song leaned in, kissing her slender neck.

Her body stiffened as warmth spread through her, and she let out a soft murmur, collapsing against him.

The soft rustling of clothes filled the car.

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Feeling her alluring figure and sweet fragrance, Tang Song’s entire body heated up, his pulse pounding in his ears.

“Qianqian,” he murmured softly.

Zhao Yaqian propped herself up, her eyes misty as she gazed at him.

Tang Song lifted his face, and she instinctively leaned down to kiss him.

In the cool May night, the temperature in the car continued to rise, their breaths growing heavier.

Zhao Yaqian’s body swayed gently, like a tree in the breeze.

After a long while.

Tang Song pulled away slightly and asked softly, “Is the zipper of your dress in the back?”

She nodded, turning to reveal the black dress’s sleek silver zipper.

Zip— Her smooth, pale back came into view, glowing in the dimly lit car.

Unable to resist, Tang Song gently caressed her back. Her skin was soft and smooth, her silhouette beautiful.

Zhao Yaqian sat very straight.

Through the delicate dress fabric, her captivating curves were clearly visible.

Tang Song’s slender fingers moved the dress strap, letting it slide down her arm.

She gasped, “Song, this isn’t right!”

“Qianqian, I love you. Can I see?” His voice was slightly breathless.

Hearing the words “I love you,” she felt a wave of dizziness.

Her tightly clenched hand gradually loosened.

The dress slipped down further.

Tang Song lowered his head, momentarily overcome by the beauty before him.