Similar words had been told to Tang Song by his elder sister and the beautician before, but hearing them directly from his first love now, he only felt his blood boiling, itching for action.
Involuntarily, he held his breath and moved his body closer to her.
Liu Qingning quickly withdrew her hand and shrank back, "Tang Song, don’t get so close, it’s hot."
"Then I’ll lower the air conditioning temperature."
"No need, just cover yourself with a blanket."
Tang Song didn’t answer her, he just unabashedly admired her cute and beautiful face.
Under the dim night light, it had a warm and serene beauty.
He hadn’t properly looked at her for so long, he felt like he couldn’t get enough.
Their breaths intermingled.
The scent of her shower gel and facial cleanser was particularly distinct, constantly tugging at his heartstrings.
There was less than 10 centimeters between them.
Her big eyes were like a clear lake, creating invisible ripples, shimmering with light.
In the warm yellow halo, time seemed to slow down.
"Turn off the light." Liu Qingning slightly lowered her head and buried her mouth in the summer blanket, "Sleep."
Tang Song didn’t listen to her; his slender, smooth fingers placed gently on her face, softly caressing.
He traced her forehead, eyebrows, bridge of the nose, and lips inch by inch.
For the first time, her features were mirrored deep in his heart in this way.
Liu Qingning opened her mouth and bit his finger directly.
In a fierce tone, she said, "If you do this again, I will get angry!"
"I haven’t seen you angry for so long, I want to see it." Tang Song’s hand lightly rested on her body.
Liu Qingning’s body suddenly tensed, she pushed at his chest and then hit it a few times, "Why are you so bad now!"
Tang Song gently said, "Don’t worry, Qingning, I won’t do anything reckless."
"Turn off the light."
"Actually, the small night light’s brightness is just right; let’s sleep ."
"Click!" The room plunged into darkness.
Liu Qingning smugly "hmphed" a couple of times, no longer minded Tang Song’s hand on her shoulder, and draped another summer blanket over him.
After adapting to the light, the two gradually could see each other again.
Liu Qingning tapped his forehead, her voice crisp, "Sleep, goodnight."
"Goodnight." Tang Song’s hand slipped under her pillow, slightly applying force, pulling Liu Qingning’s fragrant body into his embrace.
"Mmm—" Liu Qingning uttered a soft moan, inhaling his scent, feeling a bit dizzy.
Her full bust pressed tightly against his chest, while Tang Song buried his head in her hair.
He felt an unprecedented satisfaction.
After knowing her for over 20 years, he could finally sleep with his long-cherished first love.
Realizing it, Liu Qingning lifted her flushed face, looking at him in the dark.
In a slightly trembling voice, she said, "Didn’t we agree earlier? You’re bullying me."
Tang Song softly said, "We hug often, don’t we? How is this bullying?"
"It’s different, and you’re not wearing clothes."
"You’re wearing them, so it’s fine, no problem."
"What, it’s not about whether there is a problem!"
They murmured a few words.
Looking at the face so close in front of him, Tang Song slightly lowered his head, moving closer to her ear, "Sleep now, Qingning, it’s already late."
"Boom—" Thunder sounded again outside the window.
Liu Qingning’s eyes trembled, and she said nothing more.
Tang Song adjusted his position and hugged her tightly.
He knew his first love too well. Since they were already on the same bed, as long as he didn’t cross her bottom line, she could accept even slightly excessive behavior.
Time passed bit by bit.
Tang Song’s breathing gradually became even, exhaling on her hair.
Listening to his heartbeat, she quietly felt his embrace.
Liu Qingning slowly closed her eyes.
Although she really liked him, to this day, they had always been just good friends.
The impulsive kiss at KTV was only because she felt sorry for him.
Every bit of intimacy now was exceptionally nerve-wracking and novel for her.
After a while, her body gradually relaxed and she fell into a deep sleep.
August 13, 2023, Sunday.
In a daze, Liu Qingning twisted her body, feeling something poking against her thigh, instinctively pushing it away with her hand.
Immediately, a low groan echoed by her ear, "Ah, Qingning, don’t move randomly!"
Liu Qingning barely opened her eyes halfway, murmuring, "What’s so hard?"
"Then just keep sleeping."
Next, her back was gently stroked, feeling very comfortable.
Liu Qingning closed her eyes again, a serene smile appearing on her face.
She was really too sleepy.
Usually sleeping until after 7 o’clock, it was now not even 6, and her biological clock hadn’t woken up yet.
Feeling the first love in his arms falling asleep again, Tang Song turned over and sat up, his face a bit embarrassed.
With the blessing of various system buffs, now every morning he was full of energy.
Just now, Liu Qingning’s actions really overwhelmed him.
Calming his restless heart, Tang Song got out of bed, put on a shirt, and quietly walked out.
All his belongings were at Shen City Bay No. 1, and he had to return no matter what.
Leaving a message for Liu Qingning on WeChat, Tang Song took a cab directly to Shen City Bay No. 1 T8.
Taking off his clothes, he stepped into the master bathroom.
The floor-to-ceiling windows faced the magnificent vast Shen City Bay, the cloudy morning sea view full of unique charm.