Chapter 2259 - 725: Tang Song, Good Night

First, her eyes were dazzled by the rows of neatly hung high-end tailored suits and various branded clothing inside.

Then she saw the half-old suitcase in the corner.

It was open, quietly lying on the carpet, and its contents were already emptied.

In the hanging area, her clothes were neatly arranged.

Was it him who packed for me?

A wave of indescribable joy and sweetness instantly surged to her heart.

She could imagine how he took out each item from the suitcase, carefully sorting and placing them...

Immediately afterward, there was a sense of unspeakable shyness and anxiety.

After all, the suitcase held her underwear, nightwear.

Zhang Yan quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any further, and turned around to swiftly leave the dressing room.

"Tang Song, I’m awake."

She shouted again outside, her voice much louder than before.

But it was only equivalent to the "meow" of a whining orange cat, without any penetrative power.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally mustered up courage and stepped outside.

Outside the master bedroom was a long corridor connecting to the living room.

Just as she had stepped out of the master bedroom door and reached the corridor corner —

"Ha!"

A low shout suddenly sounded beside her ear.

A tall figure, without any warning, jumped out from behind the corner wall.

"Ah—!"

Zhang Yan let out a brief scream, her body momentarily stiffening from the extreme shock, stumbling backward.

The next second, she fell into a warm and strong embrace.

Tang Song circled her whole body from behind, his arm wrapped around her slender waist, letting out a low chuckle.

Zhang Yan’s height was about 164 centimeters, similar to that of the first love.

But she was much thinner, and her chest much smaller.

Holding her in his arms, he could hardly feel any weight.

Thin and slender, like a rare plant that needed careful protection.

She didn’t have any perfume scent on her body, only the pure fragrance of washing and care products, a faint laundry fragrance on her clothes, mixed with her unique scent.

It smelled wonderful.

Tang Song couldn’t resist leaning closer, gently sniffing near her earlobe.

The warmth of his breath touched her sensitive skin, triggering a layer of visible shivers.

Zhang Yan’s stiff body finally gradually relaxed.

Feeling Tang Song’s intimate actions and the warmth of his embrace, her cheeks burned fiercely, while her heart wildly beat "thump, thump, thump."

"You... you... startled me." Her voice was very light, tinged with a trace of lingering fright.

"Just a little joke, don’t be afraid." Tang Song chuckled near her ear, "Did you sleep well?"

"...Hmm."

"Shall we head out? Go to Agricultural University first?"

"Hmm."

Seeing his reticent female tablemate, Tang Song was somewhat helpless.

He couldn’t help but sniff her neck area again before gently releasing her.

"Let’s go, put on some clothes first."

Zhang Yan lowered her head, tightly clasping her hands in front of her as she followed him back to the dressing room.

Tang Song took a pure white, simply designed mid-length goose down jacket from the rack and handed it to her: "I have a clothing company in Yan City, this is our winter new arrival, it has good thermal effect, give it a try."

Zhang Yan quickly reached out to take it, obediently putting it on.

Tang Song looked her over from side to side, nodding with satisfaction: "Your skin is so fair and smooth, perfect for white."

Being praised like this, Zhang Yan’s face reddened again.

After packing their things, the two of them came to the entryway together.

Tang Song picked up the car keys, preparing to open the door, then felt a gentle tug on his clothes.

Turning around, he saw Zhang Yan lowering her head, secretly looking at him with her big almond-like eyes full of some unspoken anticipation.

Tang Song blinked and softened his voice to ask: "What’s wrong? Is there something you want?"

"I..." Zhang Yan bit her lower lip, her voice dropping to almost inaudible, "Should we... take the subway or bus?"

Tang Song was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand her little whim.

Without asking why, he casually dropped the Bentley key with a "clang" into the entryway tray.

Then, he took her slightly cool hand and wrapped it tightly in his palm.

"Sure. I haven’t taken it for quite a while either."

The door was opened, and they stepped outside.

Zhang Yan lowered her head, but her eyebrows curled uncontrollably into a small crescent shape.

Since middle school.

She had dreamt countless times of one day being able to take the wobbly bus with him from somewhere to another place to wander.

This was the most extravagant dream of her youth, for her, what was otherwise mundane to others.

She didn’t expect that by simply gathering her courage to quietly ask,

He would unhesitatingly agree.

He was indeed still as good as ever.

The two of them went downstairs, crossing the tranquil community gardens until they reached the bus station.

On a Monday afternoon, the station wasn’t very crowded, the air was chilly.

They stood together like countless ordinary couples waiting for the bus, neither speaking, yet the atmosphere was extraordinarily cozy.

A few minutes later.

The bus slowly came.

Tang Song guided her on board after a "beep" card swipe.

There were many empty seats, and he led her to sit in the last row together.

The bus slowly started up, merging into traffic.

The cabin was heated, warm.

Outside the window was the gray cityscape.

Shops, pedestrians, and traffic lights all retreated at a steady pace.

Zhang Yan leaned against the window, watching the scenery outside, the blush on her cheeks never fading.