September 29, 2023, Friday, Mid-Autumn Festival.
At 6 in the morning, the sky had just brightened.
Tang Song woke up from his sleep, glanced at Wen Ruan who was still asleep, and couldn't help but smile.
The phone screen lit up with a notification of a bank card deposit.
Tang Song's mood instantly improved.
Last night, since they were at Wen Ruan's home and her parents were next door, Wen Ruan was actually holding back.
Every time she wanted to scream, she would bite her fingers and hold back. She said to move away, yet her body instinctively complied.
That sense of thrill and conquest indeed stirred one's emotions.
Tang Song quietly got out of bed and put on his clothes.
He picked up his phone and saw several unread messages, all blessings for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Among them were messages from Lingling, Shen Yuyan, and Qian Lele, all quite lengthy.
After replying with a smile, Tang Song sent blessing messages to all his colleagues.
