In the cramped storage room, the moment Tang Li kissed the man’s thin lips, she felt numbness spreading through most of her body. Soon after, her teeth clattered open, the force invading her mouth leaving her struggling for breath.
It wasn’t a fierce kiss, but the more deliberate it was, the more she found herself unable to pull away.
At first, Tang Li responded, but later she was completely powerless to resist.
In the darkness, Song Baiyan’s hand gradually moved down, travelling to the area below her waist. Even through her jeans, she felt as if she could discern every line on the man’s broad palm, caressing her every inch of skin. The temperature on her face rose higher and higher, until at last, she couldn’t help wanting to press him against the wall.
After kissing for an undetermined amount of time, Tang Li hurriedly said, "Wait a moment."
As she spoke, she stepped back and took off her loose pullover shirt, then pressed up against him again: "That’s how they do it on TV."
While speaking, she reached her hands behind her back.
Returning to the man’s embrace, she unfastened the clasp of her bra.
Song Baiyan put his hand on her waist, moving it slightly upward to touch her smooth back, and the straps of her loosened bra, giving him a delicate sensation he had never felt before.
Tang Li’s face was flushed with color; only in a place where you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face would she dare to be so bold. Just as she was thinking about whether to say something or not, Song Baiyan pulled her shoulders closer, holding her tight. Their bodies pressed together, but beyond that, there was no further action.
This time, Tang Li didn’t fidget.
Later, Song Baiyan’s voice came through: "You’ve been busy outwitting others these past days, haven’t you overworked your little brain?"
Tang Li couldn’t help but wonder if this was a compliment or a subtle jab.
Unable to figure it out, she vaguely responded: "I was only responsible for providing the recording; everything else was the agent and agency’s idea."
"You didn’t get involved yourself?"
"I don’t have a Weibo account; even if I wanted to get involved, I couldn’t. I just wanted to teach her a lesson, educate her a bit. Although I don’t intend to forgive her, we are still blood-related. And then she suddenly announced her temporary retreat from the entertainment industry - are you surprised? Actually, I’m quite surprised too."
Song Baiyan summed up with a single comment: "A liar doesn’t need a script."
After a while, Song Baiyan told her to get dressed.
Tang Li dragged her feet a bit but still put her shirt back on.
The door of the storage room was opened, and Tang Li was the first to go out, returning to the living room. Song Jingtian was leaning on the sofa eating jelly: "I’ve told my big brother that you are with me; he probably won’t kick you out."
"Also," Song Jingtian sat up, tossing the jelly container into the trash: "Aunt Min came by, she said you can eat dinner before going home."
Concerned about Xiao Minglan, Tang Li didn’t want to stay for dinner.
She had left something in the office on the first floor.
Coming out of the living room, Tang Li planned to go downstairs. As she rounded the gallery, she ran into Xiao Minglan first.
Xiao Minglan had just left the bedroom, planning to check the kitchen; she nearly collided with the girl coming in the opposite direction. Almost instinctively, Tang Li stretched out her hand to help, preventing Xiao Minglan from falling. Looking at her, Xiao Minglan asked: "Are you going to the office?"
"... Yes." Tang Li nodded.
"The first floor is the administrative area, with only key personnel coming and going, especially the office of the eldest," Xiao Minglan spoke, her gaze lingering on the young girl’s face: "If you care about his welfare, from now on, stay on the second floor when you come over. The second floor is the living area for the family; even if someone sees you, there won’t be any idle chatter."
After saying this, Xiao Minglan stepped past her and walked away directly.