"Mmm-hmm."

Qi Siyan moaned softly and looked at Wu Song with charming eyes.

"Brother Song, be gentle." Qi Siyan said coquettishly.

Wu Song felt a bit embarrassed; this wasn't his intention.

But at this moment, he didn't know what else to say.

His fingers moved, stirring in the crevice of Qi Siyan's petite feminine part.

The honey liquid gushed even more, enveloping his fingers, making his previously stiff movements smooth and fluid.

He delightedly swirled back and forth, left and right, in the crevice.

The honey liquid inside poured out more vigorously, cooperating perfectly.

Qi Siyan's panties quickly became soaked, making them extremely uncomfortable to wear.

Qi Siyan was also left with weak legs, almost unable to drive.

Luckily, they soon arrived at her private restaurant.

This was different from the herb-based restaurant where they had dinner with Qin Qingxia before.

That was an Herb Hall restaurant.

It was for hosting guests at the time.

But now, it was just the two of them.

So she took Wu Song to her privately run restaurant.

The car stopped.

Qi Siyan looked at Wu Song with eyes as gentle as water, and said playfully, "Brother Song, we're here. Shall we get out?"

Wu Song, at a loss, just withdrew his finger from her panties.

Still sticky and wet, his fingers felt a cool breeze once out.

Wu Song took some tissues from the car to wipe his fingers clean.

Qi Siyan blushed slightly, feeling a bit shy, but still released her seatbelt, lifted her hips, and got out of the car.

Wu Song wiped his fingers and got out of the car, walking inside.

Immediately, someone came up to greet Qi Siyan and Wu Song.

Qi Siyan confidently walked inside, simultaneously instructing, "Bring out today's best food and wine."

"Yes."

The person in charge complied immediately.

Qi Siyan then led Wu Song into the private room and sat down.

The room was elegant and sophisticated.

The décor was luxurious and tasteful.

Qi Siyan invited Wu Song to sit at the coffee table and began to skillfully brew tea, passing the steps of Guan Yu patrolling the city, Han Xin counting troops, and eventually serving the hot tea to Wu Song.

"Not bad, great tea, leaves a lingering fragrance." Wu Song sipped and couldn't help but praise, then glanced at Qi Siyan and laughed, "But compared to one thing, it's still lacking a bit."

Qi Siyan looked at Wu Song with curiosity, "Lacking compared to what?"

"Compared to the fragrance of the beauty in front of me." Wu Song gave a teasing smile, holding Qi Siyan's small hand.

Qi Siyan turned her small hand and grasped Wu Song's big hand, smiling brightly, "Brother Song really knows how to talk."

Wu Song laughed, "Am I not telling the truth?"

As he spoke, he moved his hand up to Qi Siyan's forearm.

Qi Siyan chuckled, "Brother Song's words are indeed the truth."

"Oh, is that so?" Wu Song caressed Qi Siyan's forearm, extending it to her chest, pinching a tender breast.

Qi Siyan maintained a serene smile, continuing to refill his tea, laughing, "Of course."

Wu Song's fingers moved continuously, molding her breast into various shapes.

Qi Siyan's breath grew rapid, her cheeks slightly flushed, yet she sat calmly brewing tea.

This kind of composure was remarkable.

Curious, Wu Song opened Qi Siyan's qipao, slipped his hand inside, and grabbed the breast without any obstruction.

The texture was smooth and tender, like exquisite jade milk, making it hard to let go. As he kneaded carefully, the tip of the peak quickly hardened, pressing against Wu Song's palm, making it itch.

Wu Song looked at Qi Siyan, pinching the peak with some force, causing Qi Siyan's hand holding the teacup to shake and spill a bit.

Raising her eyes to meet Wu Song's gaze, they were instantly misty. Wu Song turned his palm, ready to continue, but the room door opened.

Wu Song immediately let go of Qi Siyan, sipping his tea nonchalantly.

Qi Siyan also looked down and continued to brew tea.

As for her chest, once Wu Song released it, the qipao automatically went back in place. Although the side opening remained visible, it wasn't noticeable unless scrutinized closely.

The waiter respectfully served the dishes before retreating, not daring to look around unnecessarily.

This was the rule.

Regarding this, Qi Siyan was very satisfied.

She had been watching the waiter closely just before.

If the waiter had looked around recklessly, tonight they would be fired.

Even though the waiter didn't sneak any glances, the mood was disrupted.

Wu Song didn't continue kneading Qi Siyan's breast.

Instead, he picked up the teacup and drank.

Taking a deep breath, he praised, "The scent is wonderful."

"I'll have a box of tea leaves for you to take later, Brother Song," Qi Siyan said with a smile.

"I don't care about the tea; I care about the girl who brews it. And the scent I'm referring to isn't the tea; it's my fingers." Wu Song said, sniffing his fingers again, the scent still intoxicating from having touched Qi Siyan's breast earlier.

Qi Siyan laughed brightly, her smile as vibrant as a flower, giggling, "Does Brother Song want to take me home too?"

"Haha, my humble home can't hold a golden phoenix like you," Wu Song laughed, feeling a surge of emotion, as he slipped his hand into the qipao again to grasp that breast.

Qi Siyan's breath caught; though she tried to stay calm, Wu Song's skillful and adept techniques soon raised her body temperature, making her gradually flush. The bottoms she sat on instinctively tightened, feeling the honey liquid squeezed out.

But her already soaked panties from earlier were even wetter now.

Feeling the weight of the wetness was truly uncomfortable.

It made her want to adjust it.

But in front of Wu Song, she felt too embarrassed and just endured.

Seeing her feign calmness and continue brewing tea, Wu Song became more intrigued. Pinching the peak, he plucked at it as if strumming a lute.

Qi Siyan's breath quickened immediately, a fine sweat breaking out all over her body, her legs instinctively tightening and releasing, feeling terribly sticky in her crotch.

The waiter brought in more wine and food.

Qi Siyan hurriedly looked at Wu Song, taking a deep breath, "Brother Song, shall we go eat?"

Wu Song squinted, grinning mischievously, "I don't feel like eating right now."

"Don't feel like eating?" Qi Siyan asked, puzzled.

"Yes, I want to eat something else." Wu Song's hand moved, slipping into her lower abdomen, exploring deeper.

Qi Siyan's breath hastened, her voice trembling, "What do you want to eat, Brother Song?"

"I want to eat you!" Wu Song's hand trembled, touching the depth of her lower abdomen, suddenly finding a bunch of soft hair.

Qi Siyan's body trembled, giving a soft cry, as Wu Song's fingers parted the soft hair, finding the Celestial Fragrant Green Youth.

"Brother Song, how about we eat first? Then you can eat me after?" Qi Siyan's voice trembled, holding back that tingling sensation.

Wu Song's heart burned with passion, excited as his hard erection stood tall, creating a tent in his pants that almost poked the table.

"But I'm a bit impatient. What do you say we do?" Wu Song's fingers trembled, pinching the Celestial Fragrance Tofu.

"Ah..."

Qi Siyan moaned suddenly.