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Chapter 132: Chapter 131: Kissing the Truth Chapter 132: Chapter 131: Kissing the Truth In the Korean fried chicken restaurant.

Tang Song ordered a table full of various flavors of fried chicken.

Zhao Yaqian had been here several times, but she had never fought such a rich battle.

Plus, she was really hungry and just couldn’t stop herself.

Since he had already had dinner, Tang Song simply took a few bites to taste the food.

After chatting for a while, Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu also began to relax.

They started to laugh and pry into the story between them.

The always straightforward Zhao Yaqian blushed and whispered the little stories between her and Tang Song.

From their first meeting at Yiz Beauty Salon to later on getting a membership card, skincare, ear piercings, travel, fried skewers…

Tang Song quietly listened on the side, with an almost imperceptible smile on his lips.

The beautician friend was essentially a witness to his transformation and played no small part in it.

This was the first time he heard her talk about her feelings for him, and it was quite interesting.

When he heard her mention the closure of Yiz, Tang Song also remembered her silence and rejection that night.

He raised an eyebrow, placed his hand on her thigh, and gave it a pat.

Zhao Yaqian “woofed” softly, startled.

Pretending to be distressed, Tang Song said, “At that time, I comforted her and, overwhelmed with emotion, confessed to her, but Qianqian rejected me. It hurt me for quite a while.”

Hearing this, Zhao Yaqian’s eyes became somewhat flustered. She couldn’t care about anything else and stammered an explanation, “Actually, I… I just hadn’t thought it through at the time. I really… Alright, Brother Song, it was my fault.”

The tongue-tied girl still gave up resisting.

At that time, it was because of her family that she didn’t dare take a step forward, but if she mentioned this, Tang Song certainly wouldn’t believe it.

What she showed indeed looked more like she started liking him after seeing his BMW.

“I forgive you,” Tang Song smiled and under the table, he pulled up her skirt a little.

At last, it was the first time he touched her smooth and delicate thighs with no obstructions in the way. He was very satisfied.

The circumference of her legs was very even, with smooth, healthy lines, no obvious muscle bulges or lumps of fat.

Her skin was smooth and tight, like fine silk, warm and slippery.

His fingers gently pressed, the elasticity was excellent, and the touch was wonderful.

The “True Leg Play Year” series!

Zhao Yaqian clenched her legs tightly together, her hand holding the fried chicken trembled, and the blush on her face slowly spread to her neck and ear roots.

For the next half hour, Tang Song’s hand never left her.

Listening to Zhao Yaqian continue her story, the two girls smacking their lips, suddenly, today’s fried chicken didn’t taste good at all.

The guy who hid his wealth and drove a Wuling Hongguang was like the sun—warm and, under the guidance of his beautician friend, gradually growing into an attractive man.

The feelings naturally accumulated little by little.

Later, he made a splendid turnaround, appearing before her in a BMW or a Mercedes-Benz.

This was the plot of a typical romance novel!

Exiting the doors of the fried chicken restaurant.

After sending Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu off in a taxi, Zhao Yaqian took a deep breath.

Tang Song turned to her, looking at her with a smiling gaze.

Her black floral dress fluttered in the wind, her sexy figure indistinctly visible.

Because she was wearing high heels, Zhao Yaqian was even slightly taller than him.

She stood in the night light, exuding a charming aura, which was captivating.

“Brother Song, thank you for today,” Zhao Yaqian said as she tidied the hair at her temples, her eyes shy as she looked at him.

“So how are you going to thank me, my girlfriend?”

At that term of endearment, Zhao Yaqian couldn’t help but smile and took the initiative to step forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him fiercely.

Their lips met and her tender, cautious tongue ventured inside.

Tang Song’s hands naturally found their way to her buttocks, feeling the unique fragrance and warmth of the beautician, lost in her tender affection.

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In the Sky Garden Community.

“Bye, Brother Song~” Zhao Yaqian said, swinging her bag and waving at him energetically.

Tang Song looked up towards the 4th floor and said softly, “Aren’t you going to invite me up for a sit? To be honest, I’m quite curious about your room.”

Zhao Yaqian was stunned then she remembered her room. Due to being busy with work and a bit lazy, she hadn’t taken the time to tidy up for a long while.

The underwear at the head of the bed, the lingerie at the foot of the bed, the messy wardrobe, the carelessly placed cosmetics…

She opened her mouth, her voice feeble, “It’s getting late, and I have to work tomorrow. Let’s just go to sleep early.”

“If it’s not convenient, let’s forget it,” Tang Song sighed.

It seemed their relationship wasn’t there yet.

He didn’t mean to play ball in the room tonight, he just wanted to understand the beautician a bit more deeply.

Seeing her boyfriend’s disappointed look, Zhao Yaqian bit her lip and stepped forward to hug his waist.

Bending her knees slightly, she rested her head on his shoulder, gently swaying her body.

Her tone was playfully coy, “It’s not really inconvenient, my dear, can we go there next time? I’ve been thinking of moving with my cousin recently, the house is a bit messy, I didn’t want you to see it.”

Feeling the softness in front of him, Tang Song took a deep breath.

He leaned toward her ear and whispered, “Qianqian, come sit in the car with me for a while, I have some things to tell you.”

Zhao Yaqian obediently nodded her head. Although she didn’t understand why he insisted on speaking in the car, she trusted Tang Song and dutifully got inside.

The back seat of the Mercedes-Benz S-Class was very spacious and comfortable.

Zhao Yaqian moved in to make room for Tang Song to sit down as well.

“Bang!” The car door closed.

“Brother Song, go ahead, I’m listening,” Zhao Yaqian sat up properly, her eyes filled with affection as she looked at him.

After all, he was her boyfriend, and he looked handsome no matter how she looked at him.

Tang Song didn’t speak; he reclined the back seat to its lowest position.

“Click—” The car door was locked from the inside.

Following that, he moved forward, took hold of Zhao Yaqian’s waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

“Ah!” A cry of alarm rang out, and by the time Zhao Yaqian came to her senses, she found herself sitting on Tang Song’s lap.

She looked down to meet Tang Song’s heated, fiery gaze.

“Brother Song…” Zhao Yaqian bit her plump lips, seeming to finally understand her boyfriend’s intentions.

Tang Song leaned forward and kissed her slender, delicate neck, holding a wine glass in one hand while the other moved upwards to embrace the truth.

Zhao Yaqian stiffened, feeling the hot temperature on her body, moaning softly, powerless in his arms.

But she did not extend her hand to stop him as she did last time, instead, her arms gently wrapped around him.

Sounds of clothes rubbing against each other filled the car.

Feeling Zhao Yaqian’s enchanting figure and sweet scent, Tang Song was burning up, the loud thumping of his heartbeat filled his ears.

This was also his first time in such close contact with a girl, and the palpitations in his heart were indescribable.

“Qianqian,” he couldn’t help but call out softly.

Zhao Yaqian propped herself up, her misty eyes blankly staring at him.

Tang Song tilted his face up, and Zhao Yaqian instinctively bent down to kiss him.

On a cool May night, the temperature inside the car was rising, and the breathing of the two became increasingly heavy.

Zhao Yaqian’s body swayed gently like trees in the wind.

After a good while.

Tang Song slowly released her lips, his tone gentle as he asked, “Is the zipper of your dress at the back?”

“Mhm.” Zhao Yaqian nodded her head, turned around, lifting her long hair to reveal the silver zipper on her black dress, very pretty.

“Zzzrrr—” The smooth, fair skin of her back gradually became visible, exceptionally alluring in the dimly lit car.

Tang Song couldn’t resist reaching out to gently touch her, soft and smooth, with beautifully sculpted lines.

Zhao Yaqian stood very straight, her C-cup bust becoming more prominent.

Through the thin dress, its curve was clearly visible.

Tang Song’s slender fingers delicately played, and the shoulder straps of the dress slipped down to her arms.

Zhao Yaqian cried out, her hands shyly covering her chest, “Brother Song, no! This isn’t right!”

“Qianqian, I love you, let me see, okay?” Tang Song’s breath was getting hurried.

Hearing the words “I love you,” Zhao Yaqian’s head spun, murmuring, “Brother, I love you too.”

Her hands slowly let go.

The dress slipped down a significant length, revealing a lighter undergarment.

Tang Song bent his head to kiss the truth, perceiving the wondrousness of the world.