Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets-Chapter 1670 - 579: Xiang River’s Breeze (Daily Life)_4
At the entrance of Lanfang Garden on the basement level 1 of Chongqing Building, a long queue had already formed.
It’s Saturday evening past 7 o’clock, and the place is crowded with tourists and locals alike.
After waiting for over twenty minutes, they finally got a takeaway cup of pantyhose milk tea.
Shen Yuyan took a sip, her eyes brightened, and she directly handed the straw to Tang Song’s mouth, "Tang Song, try it, it’s really good."
Tang Song bent down, bit the straw, and took a sip.
The tea had a rich aroma, the milk was smooth and delicate, and the sweetness was just right, indeed very tasty.
The two walked around bustling streets holding their milk tea.
Neon lights crisscrossed, and the crowds were noisy.
Shen Yuyan casually pointed out the street scenes along the way, sharing the information she knew.
Occasionally, when she told a slightly risqué joke, she would tiptoe, get close to the ear, and speak softly.
The faint ambiguous atmosphere always made Tang Song’s heart inexplicably race.
They walked through a few streets and entered the coastal promenade on the southernmost tip of the Kowloon Peninsula, with the famous Avenue of Stars not far away.
Victoria Harbour reflected the brilliant lights on both shores, the whistle of a cruise ship could be heard from the sea, accompanied by a gentle sea breeze, beautifully unreal.
They strolled along the shore without a particular destination, their steps in sync, chatting relaxedly.
The topic somehow turned to their alma mater.
Looking at the former university school beauty beside him, listening to her talk about the past of Yan City University of Science and Technology.
Tang Song’s thoughts seemed to return to university days.
Playgrounds, libraries, classrooms, cafeterias...
As they chatted, they somehow began to have a disagreement over the price of a clay pot rice noodle in one of the cafeterias.
Shen Yuyan was adamant that it was 7 yuan.
Tang Song, however, clearly remembered it being 8 yuan.
They continued "arguing" as they walked, their tones not high but gradually somewhat contentious.
Shen Yuyan suddenly stopped, looking defiant, "How about we make a bet?"
"Bet on what?" Tang Song asked curiously, looking at her.
Shen Yuyan pursed her lips and jokingly said, "If you’re wrong, let me kiss you, how about it? Mr. Handsome."
Upon hearing this, Tang Song almost burst out laughing, "And if you’re wrong?"
"Well..." Shen Yuyan deliberately drew out the sound, pretending to think for a while, "Then you can kiss me."
Tang Song said solemnly, "Sounds fair, let’s bet!"
"OK!"
Shen Yuyan, full of excitement, snapped her fingers, and with a flourish, pulled out her phone from her pocket.
She found a phone number, dialed it directly, and quickly pressed the speakerphone button.
"Tuut tuut tuut—"
A soft, sweet voice came through the speaker, "Hello? Yanyan, didn’t you say you were busy with something big, why are you suddenly calling me?"
Hearing the familiar voice.
Tang Song’s heart began to race, his expression becoming slightly unnatural.
"Qingqing," Shen Yuyan looked into Tang Song’s eyes and smiled, "Let me ask you, how much is a bowl of clay pot rice noodles in our cafeteria one?"
Xu Qing paused and curiously said, "Um... 8 yuan, why are you suddenly asking this?"
"No reason, carry on with your writing, I’ll hang up now."
"Weirdo..." Xu Qing mumbled, hanging up right away.
Shen Yuyan put away her phone, and frustratedly slapped her forehead, "Oh no, I got slapped in the face so crisply."
She sighed slightly, then looked up, gazing into Tang Song’s eyes, and slowly leaned in.
Her eyes sparkled like the brightest stars in the night.
A refreshing scent of perfume wafted over.
The light blue shirt Shen Yuyan wore billowed slightly in the evening breeze, revealing the fitted white camisole underneath; her full chest was prominent, and the lines of her abdomen hinted at a strong sense of sensuality.
Shen Yuyan slightly lifted her head, "Qingqing is the number one foodie of our Yan City University of Science and Technology, she’s got an amazing memory for this stuff, since I’m wrong, I lose the bet and admit defeat."
Looking at this school beauty face so close, Tang Song’s heart began to beat faster, and faster.
To know, the voice on the phone earlier was his coser girlfriend, also Shen Yuyan’s good friend.
Poor Qingqing suddenly became a part of their scheming.
This feeling was exceptionally... thrilling.
It must be said, in creating atmosphere, School Beauty Shen really knows how to play.
Without a sound, she pushed the mood to the tipping point.
The wind blew from Victoria Harbour, carrying a salty tang, mixed with the distant sounds of traffic and the crowd’s noise, mingled with her faint scent.
Tang Song stepped forward half a step, his fingers gently supporting her chin.
He leaned down, moved closer.
Shen Yuyan trembled slightly all over, then closed her eyes.
Her lips were soft, warm, with the slight sweetness of the milk tea just drunk, and carrying her own scent.
Fresh, enticing.
Like a cigarette slowly lit in the night.
Tang Song’s fingers slowly fell on her nape, feeling the fine warmth of her skin.
Shen Yuyan lightly moaned, barely audible.
The so-called ambiguity, maybe it’s—
You know something will definitely happen between you two, but you don’t know when it will happen.
