The fragrant breeze brushed his face, and Tang Song felt his body sink as Zhao Yaqian clung onto him.
The intense sweet scent flooded his nostrils.
Immediately following, raindrop-like kisses, passionate and furious, landed on the corners of his lips, brow, eyes, neck…
The two lingered in the entrance for quite a while.
Tang Song pinched the stem of the beautician's wine glass and asked with a smile, "Haven't had dinner yet? Want to go grab some fried skewers together?"
"Sure! Sure!" Zhao Yaqian instantly gave him a heavy kiss on the cheek before reluctantly jumping down from him. "Wait for me, I'll go change clothes!"
With that, she sprinted into the bedroom.
When she came back out, she had on a stylish winter outfit.
She ran up to Tang Song, struck a cool pose, and lifted her collagen-filled face, speaking playfully, "Brother Song, do I look good?"
"You look great." Tang Song's tone was full of affection, "Our Qianqian looks beautiful no matter what she wears."
