The warm touch from the fingertips suddenly disappeared.
Seizing Tang Song's moment of distraction, Anne slipped out of his control like a silver fish.
She stepped forward half a step, her full curves pressing in with a hauntingly fragrant allure.
Her gaze sharp and confident, "Song, are you afraid of losing to me?"
Her tone carried a challenge, smooth like melting dark chocolate, as if she was already assured of victory.
Tonight, her mood was exceptionally joyous and excited.
Her most frequent interactions with Tang Song were always in the state he was in his dreams—
That calm, arrogant, and mysterious man.
It was precisely this image that sowed the seeds of liking and a desire to conquer in her heart.
However, just days ago at Su River Bay, despite Tang Song behaving more "human-like," for Anne craving excitement, such gentle moments quickly became boring when prolonged.
