Chapter 2284: Special Training, the Trouble-Making Big Sister_6

Chapter 2284: Chapter 730: Special Training, the Trouble-Making Big Sister_6

Suddenly seeing Wen Ruan, this fairy full of aggressive allure, was truly a bit overwhelming for him.

He really wanted to have an exhilarating basketball match right away.

Touching upon his unabashedly intense gaze, Wen Ruan smugly raised her eyebrows but didn’t pay him any attention.

“Wen, Sister Wen Ruan, I’m sorry.” Zhang Yan blushed, softly apologized, and handed over the bag she was holding, “I brought you some Cantonese pastries, they’re really good, you should try them. And… some snacks for Snowball.”

This trip to Yan City was a vacation specially approved by Sister Wen Ruan, and it’s already the third day before she came over.

That’s because, in the afternoon, she was set to depart from Yan City to the Imperial City Headquarters with Sister Wen Ruan.

“Let Sister give you a hug, and I’ll forgive you.” Wen Ruan opened her arms to her.

Zhang Yan paused momentarily, subconsciously glanced at Tang Song beside her.

A slight touch of jealousy emerged in Wen Ruan’s heart instantly.

So, are you two a couple now? Am I the outsider?

She moved forward directly, using her tall and voluptuous fiery body, she hugged the petite and exquisite Zhang Yan entirely into her embrace.

Taking the opportunity, she planted a loud “mwah” on Zhang Yan’s flushed cheek.

After doing all this, like a cat that has declared its territory, she provocatively huffed towards Tang Song.

Zhang Yan was so taken aback by this sudden intimate contact, she could only blush, lower her head, and let her hold onto her.

“Come, Ruannuan, let’s have a hug too.” Tang Song took a deep breath and also opened his arms.

He hugged the sexy, assertive mature lady’s body in his arms.

The rounded, heavy sensation made the fire within him burn hotter, and his grip grew tighter.

Sensing his intense reaction, Wen Ruan smiled charmingly, gracefully freed herself from Tang Song’s hug, and came before Zhang Yan.

“Yanyan, you’ve always wanted to see my Snowball, right? Look, it’s right behind you.”

“Huh?” Zhang Yan turned around in surprise and indeed saw a gray-white fur ragdoll cat lounging lazily at a corner of the sofa, curiously eyeing her with its blue eyes.

She instantly forgot all the awkward and nervous feelings, ran over, and carefully cradled the cat in her arms.

She then took out the imported cat snacks she bought and began feeding.

Wen Ruan watched this scene, smiled, and leisurely paced back to Tang Song.

Leaning close to his ear, she whispered with a sultry mature lady tone only audible to the two of them:

“What’s wrong? Did you hold back for too long because you couldn’t bring yourself to bully your innocent female classmate? Shall I help you right now, then?”

As she spoke, her peach-like curves slowly moved, using a very resilient force to bump against Tang Song.

Tang Song’s breath halted instantly, gritting his teeth, he uttered: “Later!”

“Haha, later?” Wen Ruan smiled more seductively, her eyes all playful, “Well, then, forget it. I can’t afford to wait for you; I’d rather use a fascia gun to handle it myself if I had that time.”

“You devil, are you a lunatic.” All the blood in Tang Song’s body rushed to his head.

“Yeah, if you have the guts, pull down my pants now, let your reverse first-love see your true face.”

“Damn.” Tang Song’s eyelids twitched.

This fairy is simply too audacious.

Wen Ruan licked her red lips with flair and sneered: “What? Don’t have the guts? Then stop babbling nonsense here, just save your breath for another time, you useless—”

“Smack—!”

A crisp, loud sound echoed abruptly in the empty living room.

Eventually, Tang Song didn’t hold back, and delivered a firm slap onto Wen Ruan’s peach-like bottom.

The commotion was indeed too significant.

Instantly, it drew the attention of Zhang Yan and the ragdoll cat, Snowball, in her arms.

One person and one cat, eyes wide and round, both glancing over filled with bewilderment and innocence.

Wen Ruan clutched her buttock, her face revealing a mix of indignation, humiliation, and a bit of anger.

“Tang Song, how could you do this? Yanyan’s still here, what do you want? Please show me some respect. And…this bad habit of yours, hitting women’s bottoms whenever you feel like it, when will you ever change it?”

Zhang Yan’s eyes slowly widened, her lips unintentionally parted.

Sister Wen Ruan… got her butt slapped by Tang Song?

Furthermore…what Sister Wen Ruan implied…is this not the first time?

He, he has this…habit?!

Tang Song’s mouth involuntarily twitched.

Good grief, Wen Ruan, your acting skills are no worse than Su Yu’s!

With this, the air in the living room completely froze.

Just at that moment.

“Ding-dong—ding-dong—” The doorbell rang unexpectedly.

“I’ll get the door, a guest has arrived.” Wen Ruan immediately found an exit, gave Tang Song a fierce glare, then walked briskly towards the door.

Upon hearing there was a guest, Zhang Yan, already nervous like a little quail, immediately shrank further into the sofa’s corner, yet secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Only her mind was still buzzing, somehow disbelieving.

This gentle and kind-hearted guy like Tang Song actually had such a strange habit?

The doorlock opened, followed closely by a lively and vibrant voice:

“Good afternoon, Sister Wen Ruan, here I come.”

Tang Song’s brows jumped again, big sister, are you stirring things up!

“Come in, lunch will be delivered soon, also from the [Private Banquet Mansion].” Wen Ruan’s voice was heard.

“Thank you, Sister Wen Ruan!”

Accompanied by brisk footsteps, a lively figure emerged from the entrance.

Without entering yet, the voice was heard first: “Little Snowball, your Aunt Qingqing is here, quickly let Aunt give you some snuggles! Haha.”

Soon after, a silhouette appeared in the living room.

She was wearing a gentle lavender duffle coat with a thick furry collar.

Her long, glossy black hair was tied into two adorable low pigtails, lightly bouncing on her shoulders as she moved.

Below her bangs, a pair of big, black sparkling eyes twirled brightly, full of life and mischief.

She seemed to be a lively girl straight out of a Japanese magazine, utterly out of place in the softly frozen ambiance of the living room.