Chapter 2280 - 730: Special Training, Trouble-Making Big Sister (Part 2)

Standing not far behind him, she quietly watched.

He was replying to an all-English email, his expression focused and earnest.

His profile was clearly outlined in the soft light, from his high nose bridge to his slightly pursed thin lips...

Every line kept her entranced.

The more she looked, the more handsome he seemed.

She just watched him silently, unconsciously a little in a trance.

At that moment, he suddenly turned his head, his gaze meeting hers directly.

Zhang Yan felt like a child caught in the act of doing something wrong, let out a small exclamation, hurriedly looked away, and instinctively stepped back half a step.

Tang Song chuckled, turned his chair, stretched his long arm, and wrapped it around her slender waist with a slight force.

Zhang Yan let out an "ah," and involuntarily fell onto his lap, encircled tightly in his embrace.

He leaned into her hair, taking a deep breath, as if savoring like one would with a cat.

"Hmm..." Zhang Yan was tickled by him, shivering slightly as goosebumps rose on her skin.

Kisses as light as feathers fell from her forehead to her nose, to the corners of her lips, along her neck, sliding towards her collarbone and shoulder...

Zhang Yan kept her eyes shut tight, her body trembling slightly, yet too afraid to resist.

In the silent bedroom, only her increasingly rapid breathing reverberated.

Tang Song’s lips and teeth glided over her moist skin, feeling her heartbeat and warmth, a deep satisfaction welling up inside him.

Seeing the girl beside him still keeping her eyes closed, his long fingers couldn’t help but lightly caress her small, exposed calf.

The touch was astonishingly slick and soft.

"Ah!"

As his palm started to glide upward, Zhang Yan finally opened her eyes, instinctively grabbing his wrist, her cheeks burning as if about to drip blood, "It tickles... it tickles..."

"Shall I be gentler, is that okay?"

"I... I..." Zhang Yan looked down again, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Tang Song came closer with a smile, opening her lips, one hand wrapping around her waist, the other hand dancing on her smooth leg.

Shamelessly savoring her obedience and shyness.

This time, Zhang Yan couldn’t bring herself to say any words of refusal.

Feeling like a piece of butter thrown into roaring flames.

Melting, collapsing, losing all form in his palm, his breath, his all-encompassing warmth.

...

December 13, 2023, Wednesday, cloudy with light to moderate snow, maximum temperature of -1°C.

Six o’clock in the morning.

Qian Lele woke up right on time from the warm bed in her dorm room, the sky still dark as ink.

The dorm room was well heated, warming the body comfortably, far more so than the small room back home which relied on a coal stove for warmth.

She recalled that before coming to Yan City, her aunt and mother talked about how the village was to undergo "coal to gas" reform, and that winter would require installing wall-hanging boilers and radiators.

However, installing such a set of equipment would cost over five thousand yuan.

This sum had become the new goal their family must save up for before the new year.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t worried.

With her mother having a brand-new meat sandwich tricycle, she could earn money from home.

As long as one is diligent, life can only get better day by day.

She took a deep breath, sat up from bed, and quietly got ready.

While changing clothes, her fingertips brushed over a high-quality, fluffy, soft down jacket, bringing a trace of indescribable sweetness and guilt to her heart.

It was a gift from her brother.

He said that Songmei Clothing gave it as a sample to collaborating bloggers, and he happened to send her a piece as well.

She had picked up the parcel from the courier station yesterday after returning to Yan City. It was genuinely beautiful and expensive.

This gentle care that discreetly respected her self-esteem made her incapable of refusing.

She packed her laptop, water bottle, and books into her backpack.

Qian Lele quietly left the still-sleeping dorm room with her backpack on.

...

Another round of snow fell overnight, leaving a thick layer on the ground, and the crisp air made her immediately awake.

Her steps light, she walked out of the South Gate of the normal university.

She waited by the roadside for a few minutes, when the 218 bus approached, its warm lights glowing.

At this early hour, there were few passengers on the bus.

She found a window seat and sat down, looking outside the window.

The city awakening bit by bit under a deep blue sky.

"North City Garden Community, arriving."

The bus station announcement sounded.

Qian Lele got off the bus with her backpack, gazing at the new-looking residential area ahead.

Teacher Jiang bought a house here.

The school-issued talent apartment wasn’t in Teacher Jiang’s name and was far from the city center.

After joining Yanshi University and having a stable housing fund, Teacher Jiang immediately bought this second-hand house in the more city-central North City Garden.

Two bedrooms and a living room, 95 square meters, and it was bought at the peak of housing prices two years ago.

Every time Teacher Jiang mentioned it, he would slap his thigh, saying he was impulsive and got fooled.

Now, the monthly mortgage is over 6,000 yuan. Fortunately, Teacher Jiang is financially strong, having worked for a big company in the Imperial City, reportedly saving a significant amount of money.

She had been here twice.

If Teacher Jiang had classes, he’d stay in the teacher’s apartment, but since he was on leave now, he must be at home.

As she approached the South Gate of the community, Qian Lele’s eyes lit up.

Across the street, there was a new stall with a canopy, steaming, selling meat sandwiches.

Next to it was a stand selling crispy pancakes.

She had just bought the whole set of meat sandwich machines for her family, and her mother was also about to start selling them. She couldn’t resist wanting to go over and check it out.