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She simply blushed, obediently following by his side, listening to him introduce the latest electronic products she’s never encountered before.

After visiting the electronics store, the two went to a nearby large bookstore.

Under the warm lights, they browsed through those books with their gentle ink fragrance together, occasionally exchanging whispers, as if returning to the quiet days of studying in the library back in university.

...

When they boarded the bus back to YJTC, it was already approaching 10 PM.

In the spacious apartment, the lights were soft, quiet enough to hear each other’s breathing.

After washing up, Tang Song changed into a comfortable silk pajama set, leaned on the headboard, and casually flipped through a book.

Looking at Zhang Yan, who was still wearing a sweater, awkwardly standing in the middle of the bedroom.

He chuckled, ”It’s late, not going to sleep?”

”N-no, I am... I am sleeping...” Zhang Yan’s voice was as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.

”Then why not hurry and change your clothes?”

”Oh.”

Like a robot controlled by commands, Zhang Yan mechanically turned and walked into the walk-in closet, which resembled a luxury store cabinet.

She looked at the luxurious surroundings, her heart still somewhat uneasy.

Opening the wardrobe that was hers, she saw the pajamas he had personally hung in the most noticeable spot.

This was the piece she had bought on impulse before coming to Yan City this time.

It had a touch of delicate lace trimming, slightly seductive.

She had never worn such clothes before.

She glanced at the door of the closet, ensuring he hadn’t followed, then she blushed as she nervously took off her clothes.

With gritted teeth, she took off her lingerie as well.

With her back to the door, she quickly slipped into the soft, smooth pajamas.

Looking down at herself, her cheeks flushed even more.

This outfit... why does it feel... a bit revealing?

Especially without lingerie, the outline of her chest could even be seen.

She didn’t dare to go out, anxiously pacing back and forth on the marble floor.

After a moment, footsteps sounded at the door.

”Zhang Yan, haven’t you changed yet? Is it hard to find?”

”Done, I’ve changed!”

She patted her flushed face, checked herself in the mirror again, pulling up the neckline forcefully, still feeling it couldn’t cover much before she finally dawdled and walked out.

Tang Song’s gaze landed directly on her.

It was the first time he had seen Zhang Yan show so much skin.

For this usually conservative and introverted girl, this must be her boldest attire.

Under the hazy warm night light, her delicate face blushed attractively due to shyness, her moist skin seemed as if it could be squeezed to produce water.

Her collarbone was precisely defined, below the slightly drooping neckline was glimpsing whiteness.

The nightdress outlined her slender yet elegant curves.

The pure and tender sexiness interwoven created a contradictory beauty that made Tang Song’s breath hitch slightly.

Slowly approaching her.

Zhang Yan nervously bit her lips, instinctively wrapping her arms around her front, her toes curling uneasily.

Their distance grew closer and closer.

Tang Song merely raised a hand, his long fingers sliding through her soft hair, gently grazing the back of her blushed ear.

Zhang Yan let out a faint low moan, her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

”Going to sleep?”

”Mm...”

She nodded faintly, then lowered her head and hurried to the other side of the bed, lifting the quilt to slip inside.

Immediately turning over, curling up into a ball, with her back facing him.

Tang Song couldn’t help but chuckle.

He indeed had desires, but for Zhang Yan, he had more patience and tenderness.

Not wanting to disrupt her cautious, ten-year-late purity in any hasty manner.

This feeling, like truly experiencing a tender romance, was filled with tremors and unknown sweetness.

”Click——”

The main light turned off, leaving only a dim night lamp in the corner.

The bedroom fell into quiet darkness.

Tang Song lay down on the bed, lifting the shared quilt.

In the darkness, he could clearly hear her rapid yet controlled breaths and feel the tension in her body.

After hesitating for a moment, he moved towards the center of the bed.

Tang Song reached out, gently encircling her slender shoulders from behind.

Zhang Yan’s whole body stiffened, but she didn’t dare to move.

He gently exerted force, turning her small body wrapped in the quilt, so she faced him.

In the dark, Zhang Yan’s bright, starry almond eyes widened.

Filled with panic and tension.

Tang Song lowered his head, gently resting his forehead against hers.

Nose tips were almost touching.

He could feel her trembling eyelashes brushing against his skin.

Then, on her cheek, he placed a gentle kiss.

”Goodnight, Zhang Yan.”

Zhang Yan’s eyes quivered intensely.

Looking at him so close, feeling his aura.

Her heart, which was almost leaping out of her chest, suddenly calmed down.

She slightly lifted her head, closing her eyes, clumsily returning a light kiss on his face.

Lips and teeth, eyes entwined.

I like you, year after year.

”Goodnight, Tang Song.”