Will it be like treating oneself.
Lin Muxue bit her lip, leaned into her ear, and whispered: "It will."
"Wow!" Zhao Yaqian exclaimed, her mouth wide open in surprise.
Brother Song is really amazing!
She really couldn’t imagine a girl like Xue would shout "**" or call "Master" on the court.
Zhao Yaqian excitedly asked: "What’s the dirtiest trash talk you guys have said?"
Lin Muxue moved back, looking dignified and intelligent: "I rarely say such things; at most, I just tell him to hurry up, really."
She, Xue, has a sense of pride!
"Come on, tell me, and I’ll tell you what I’ve said."
"I don’t remember, hey, hahaha, don’t tickle me..."
"Will you tell me, please? I really want to know."
"Why don’t you tell me about your trash talk with Tang Song?"
"Click—" The smart door lock was opened.
Tang Song stepped into the home he hadn’t visited for half a month.
In the coatroom by the entrance, he changed into slippers and walked towards the living room.
Silvery laughter echoed.
Soon, he saw the two wrapped in a playful embrace.
Zhao Yaqian, tall and leggy, full of youthful energy, pinned Xue forcefully onto the kitchen island.
Her fair skin was exposed, her delicate figure half-hidden and half-revealed.
Seeing this scene, Tang Song felt his blood boil and his heart race.
As if hearing footsteps.
The two girls quickly looked over, their cheeks rosy.
"Ah! Brother, you’re back!" Zhao Yaqian cheered, rushing towards him.
Embracing him tightly, her legs wrapped around him, she started nibbling away.
The scene was almost out of control.
Fortunately, Tang Song, being strong and sturdy, managed to catch the 180-pound Qianqian.
The fragrance overwhelming, soft and rhythmic.
The mingling of lips, the alcohol-scented moistness, silver-tongued.
Tang Song squinted slightly, feeling the beautician’s excitement and passion.
After an intense wet kiss.
Tang Song gazed intensely at the sexy, charming beautician friend before him.
Wearing 9-centimeter high heels, she stood tall and poised, with exquisite makeup and alluring stockings and skirt, her long wine-red hair dense and lustrous.
Zhao Yaqian had typical striking features, but without aggressive intensity.
Her features were defined, her face smoothly contoured, her lively peach blossom eyes captivating.
And now, without financial concerns, not worrying about living, she regularly indulged in high-end contouring and care.
Her mental and physiological state excelled.
Her skin smooth and firm, radiant.
Like a beauty walking straight out of the pages of a fashion magazine.
Noticing Tang Song’s gaze, Zhao Yaqian chuckled, stepping back a pace.
Raising her hands, she mimicked a ballet pose, spinning in front of him.
Her fair skin contrasted sharply with the black camisole dress, her curvaceous figure fully displayed.
She looked like a typical dopamine girl.
Her personal beautician, making every effort to please him.
Bringing Tang Song’s mood to its peak.
Tang Song stepped forward, wrapped an arm around her supple waist, kissed her cheek, and softly said: "You’re so beautiful, I’ve missed you, Qianqian."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yaqian’s eyes sparkled, she hugged Tang Song’s neck, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I’ve missed you too, Brother Song."
Due to the high heels, her long legs could only slightly bend, highlighting an elegant curve with her shapely hips.
Then, Zhao Yaqian began chatting with him about the details of life over the past days.
About people she met, places she visited, including Isa Beauty Industry.
Watching the intimately loving embrace between the two, Lin Muxue’s eyes welled with envy.
This is what a real couple looks like!
When will Tang Song treat me ?
She couldn’t even imagine how much she would blush when Tang Song hugged her saying "I love you," "I’ve missed you."
Tang Song whispered a few words into the beautician’s ear.
Zhao Yaqian nodded, sneaked a glance at Xue, and walked towards the master bedroom.
Tang Song strolled to the kitchen island, picked up the half glass of whiskey and drank it down with a "glug glug."
Lin Muxue quickly refilled the glass, her eyes bright as she watched him.
Tang Song sipped the wine, calmly spoke: "Xue, it’s already late, you shouldn’t leave tonight. We’ll talk about work tomorrow, sleep early tonight."
"Okay, sure." Lin Muxue brushed aside the messy bangs on her forehead, "So, which room should I sleep in?"
"The guest room, you’re more familiar with that place."
Lin Muxue nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Because of drawing maps, she accidentally stained the bed in the master bedroom, forcing her and Tang Song to spend a night in the guest room.
Recalling the moments from that first night still made her blush and her heart race.
"Goodnight, bye." Tang Song put down the glass and strode towards the master bedroom.
Watching his carefree departing figure.
Without a clear statement from Tang Song, Lin Muxue felt a mix of hopes and fears inside.
What if he doesn’t come tonight?
Having anticipated for so long, and after Tang Song’s teasing during the day.
The flame within her had reached its peak, if she doesn’t get what she desires, she might be up all night.
Yet she couldn’t ask directly, it was driving her mad!
She spaced out for a while.
Finished Tang Song’s leftover wine, Lin Muxue stepped towards the guest room.
Walking down the wide corridor, she hadn’t gone far before hearing intense shouts.
Lin Muxue’s heart trembled, her eyes turned towards the master bedroom.