Through the car window, Ji Ming also heard what Tang Li said.
He suddenly found the reason why the teacher’s iron tree bloomed overnight after years.
Anyone who meets such a girl would probably find her irresistible.
Ji Ming opened the storage cabinet, took out his headphones, put them on, and started playing games with PSP in hand.
Outside the car, Tang Li glanced at the driver’s seat, made sure no one was around, tiptoed closer to Song Baiyan’s thin lips, and closed her eyes.
"I’m ready," she said, quietly opening a sliver of her eyes.
Song Baiyan, looking at the lips close at hand, chuckled. With his left hand around her waist, he gently drew her closer into his embrace with a slow, warm voice: "Shouldn’t a girl be a bit more reserved in this regard?"
Not having her wish granted, Tang Li opened her eyes.
With her hands on the man’s arms, she explained, "Because if I don’t remind you, you won’t kiss me, so I have to take the initiative."
That subtle laugh made Tang Li’s heart race.
She slowly said, "If you don’t kiss me, then I might just leave."
As soon as she finished speaking, she was lifted off the ground.
Then, carried to the trunk.
After Tang Li settled down, before she could look up, her cheeks were cupped by large hands.
—The man leaned down and kissed her.
At the touch of their lips, Tang Li felt her mind go blank.
She instinctively raised her hands to grasp Song Baiyan’s wrist, wearing a designer watch; that real and heartfelt kiss landed on her lips and imprinted on her heart.
Tang Li responded with all her might.
No longer just a brief peck, the passionate intertwining of lips and tongues felt like countless currents running through her body, her waist was gently yet firmly grasped, and the tender yet intense kiss gradually left her breathless.
After a while, the kiss ended.
Tang Li’s legs felt weak.
Simply, she reached out and embraced the man’s body: "Let me lean on you for a bit."
Song Baiyan smiled, looking at her rosy cheeks with an ever tenderer gaze, his right hand cradling the back of her head, fingers brushing through her hair, revealing the distinct, masculine outline: "Just kissed for a bit and you’re , would you dare to take the initiative next time?"
"No need to wait for next time," Tang Li said. "I can go another round as soon as I’m rested."
Song Baiyan did not continue the conversation, just held her tighter.
That night, Tang Li’s plan for "another round" was never to be.
Not long after, she was sent back by Song Baiyan.
Tang Li took a few steps and looked back repeatedly.
After seeing her go in, Song Baiyan then got in the car, not returning to Yunqi Villa, and went directly to stay overnight at Songlin Garden.
Upon seeing her eldest son back, Xiao Minglan came forward to take his suit jacket: "Why didn’t you call ahead? I could have prepared dinner."
"A last-minute decision," Song Baiyan noticed the backpack on the sofa: "Has Jingtian gone to sleep?"
"Aunt Min is upstairs giving him a bath."
Xiao Minglan said, "Knowing he has to change schools next semester, the little guy has been down lately, the only silver lining is that his relationships with classmates have improved."
While talking, Xiao Minglan smiled, but her gaze fell on Song Baiyan.
She noticed a thin strand of hair tangled around the third button of Song Baiyan’s shirt.
Clearly a woman’s hair.
Xiao Minglan wanted to ask but indirectly said: "We’re about to move to Tan Palace, if you have someone you like, it’s best to bring her home now, so I can help you take a look."
Thinking her son wouldn’t respond, Song Baiyan poured a glass of water and then said, "It’s not the time yet, she is timid." Speaking under the chandelier light, his expression was gentle: "Moving too fast might scare her."