"It’s cold outside, hurry back so you don’t catch a cold." Tang Song reached out and gently ruffled her hair.

Qian Lele bit her lip and nodded lightly.

She slowly walked towards the dormitory entrance, taking very slow steps.

But finally, she reached the door.

She didn’t go inside immediately but turned around to look at him once more.

Tang Song stood in that warm glow, smiling and waving at her.

Qian Lele also showed a sweet smile, waving back at him.

The two stood at a not-too-far yet not-too-close distance, neither leaving first.

After a while.

Seeing Lele not going in herself, Tang Song smiled at her helplessly, finally turned around first, and walked away.

At the moment he turned around.

Misty tears welled up in Qian Lele’s eyes instantly. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

This time, they parted; who knows when they’ll meet again next.

She knew she didn’t have the courage to message him, call, or even run over to see him at any time.

But... she really missed him.

Growing up, she had never longed for anything beyond her means.

She wasn’t a greedy person, used to keeping her feet firmly on the ground and walking one step at a time on her path.

But Tang Song’s appearance always made her feel some unwarranted "greed."

Alcohol seemed to ignite the emotions she had suppressed in her heart at this moment.

Watching his gradually receding figure.

A fierce impulse surged in Qian Lele’s heart.

She was indeed a bit drunk.

The next moment, her figure rushed into the cold night, into the bleak autumn wind, into.

Footsteps sounded hurriedly from behind.

Tang Song turned around in confusion.

Soon, a soft and warm body clung to him unreservedly.

At that moment, everything around seemed to quiet down.

He could clearly feel her chest heaving intensely from running.

He could smell the scent of shampoo mixed with the faint fragrance of fruit wine on her.

"Brother, be careful on your way... watch out for safety..." Her voice carried a hint of nasal sound.

Tang Song paused, lifted his hand to lightly pat her back, "Mm, thank you, sister."

Qian Lele looked up at his face and suddenly stood on tiptoe.

Warm lips with a hint of alcohol gently pressed against Tang Song’s cheek.

"Goodnight, brother." Her body trembled slightly.

Then, Qian Lele abruptly pulled back her hand as if touching an electric shock and took a step back.

She rushed into the dormitory entrance with her head down.

Leaving only a fresh wind mixed with the fragrance of wine and Tang Song standing stunned in place.

...

North City Garden Community.

"Ding——"

The elevator slowly stopped at the 12th floor, and the metal doors slid open.

Tang Song put away the access card and entered the door of unit 04, skillfully entering the password.

With a soft "beep," the door lock opened, and he stepped inside.

The air was filled with a clean fragrance mixed with scented candles and laundry detergent.

The entrance was covered with cute cat paw mats, and a vibrant green plant sat atop the shoe cabinet.

"Qingqing." Tang Song called out, but there was no response.

She must have gone to sleep already.

Tang Song changed into slippers on his own and walked lightly towards the living room but suddenly stopped.

On the carpet in the center of the living room, a silhouette kneeled quietly.

The classic maid outfit in black and white outlined her delicate figure just right.

The fluffy puff sleeves and layers of lace added a bit of innocence and cuteness.

Delicate white over-the-knee socks wrapped her proportionate and slim calves that extended to the depths of the skirt.

Their gaze met.

Xu Qing folded her hands in front of her, her voice sweetly said: "Master, welcome home~"

Tang Song’s footsteps paused, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

He realized that his girlfriend, the cosplayer, actually inherently loved role-playing. Not only fantasizing in novels but also being keen on it in reality.

In the past, he had developed her too little.

Look at how obedient Qingqing is now, knowing the "handle" is in his hands, she immediately enters into character proactively.

Tang Song’s playful spirit arose, and he couldn’t help wanting to engage in the role-playing.

"Mm." His expression instantly turned serious, silently walking over.

He sat on the sofa in front of her, legs crossed, looking down at her with interest.

Xu Qing’s big black eyes started darting around, "Master, you worked hard today. Do you want to take a bath first or go to sleep?"

"Go, pour me a glass of water." Tang Song was unmoved.

"Yes, Master." Xu Qing immediately nodded obediently, and ran to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water.

Then she kneeled again at his feet, holding the water cup high with both hands.

Tang Song took the cup and drank a sip, then naturally extended his foot to her front.

Xu Qing’s cheeks flushed red, but she still began massaging his legs dutifully.

"Walked a lot today, go and bring a basin of warm water to wash my feet."

Soon, a basin of adequately warm water was brought over.

Warm steam wafted out as Xu Qing knelt on the carpet, placing his feet in the basin, gently rubbing them with her soft hands.

"Hiss——"

Watching the scene in front, Tang Song only felt refreshed.

Experiencing the pleasure Xu Qing described in the novel.

"Master..."

"Speak."

"How do you think my performance was?"

"Not bad, keep it up."

"Then... could the two hundred and fifty be... reduced a bit?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Song bent forward slightly, pinching her round face, his voice instantly turned cold: "Dare you bargain with me?"

Xu Qing was startled, her body trembled, showing an extremely innocent face, "It... it hurts too much, I was beaten up in the bar today and it must still be swollen now."

"Is it?"

"Mm..."

Tang Song lifted his foot, casually rubbing it on the clean little apron in front of Xu Qing.

Then suddenly exerted force, pulling her up from the ground, astride his leg.

Xu Qing was caught off guard, letting out a yelp.

Soon, the hem of the maid dress was rudely lifted up.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

"Let me see." Tang Song glanced, "Ha, you’re lying! Seems you still need a beating!"

Immediately, various chaotic sounds filled the room, mixed with Xu Qing’s embarrassed and angry pleas, coquettish cries, slapping sounds, and reluctantly acting with "Master, Qingqing won’t dare anymore" voice.

After a while.

Tang Song carried the completely limp and softly humming little maid from the ground.

"Thump, thump, thump" he walked towards the master bedroom.

"Hey! Wait! Wait!" Xu Qing suddenly became a bit more alert; she hurriedly patted his chest, the voice carrying a sobbing tone, "Wrong... that’s Yanyan’s room!"

"Doesn’t matter, she’s not here anyway." Tang Song didn’t stop, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips, "Her room is bigger, the bed is comfortable, we’ll go there."

∑(°口°๑): "No! It’s not allowed!"

On her old friend’s bed, to have rounds with her boyfriend...

Xu Qing just thinking about it felt her scalp numb, her entire body uneasy!

If Yanyan knew, she... she’d skin her alive?!

Song was surely spoiled bad by the perverse Jing!

Yet Tang Song didn’t care about her protest, directly opened Shen Yuyan’s bedroom door, walked inside.

"Squeak——"

The soft mattress sunk deeply.

"Click——"

The gentle bedside lamp lit up, enveloping the entire room in a warm glow.

The bedroom still carried some of Shen Yuyan’s unique scent.

Xu Qing’s cheek was pressed heavily against Shen Yuyan’s pillow, familiar scent seeped into her nostrils, making her mind go blank.

Feeling Tang Song’s irresistible firmness, she experienced a new kind of taboo and excitement of betraying her friend.

Gradually her expression became dazed, those big dark eyes with all the struggle and resistance, under the intense impact, little by little dissolved away...

Oh no!

Qingqing... Qingqing is turning bad!