Immediately, Tang Song's shoulder blades spread with the power of a leaping tiger, up and down.
Liu Qingning's hand rested on his shoulder, feeling the surge of muscular strength underneath.
A near-primitive instinct quietly rose, stirring a tumultuous feeling in her heart.
After a while.
She reluctantly got off his back, "Alright, alright, take a break and have some water, don't push yourself too hard."
Tang Song paused his actions, chuckled softly, and stood up.
In the next moment, amidst Liu Qingning's cry of surprise, he suddenly pinned her down on the sofa.
His arms supported on either side of her, gaze intense.
"What are you doing..." Liu Qingning found herself pinned underneath him, her gaze evasive, her voice softening considerably.
"Having some water." Tang Song blinked, leaned down, and sealed her lips with his.
The sky outside gradually lightened.
Amber morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling window, casting their intertwined silhouettes.
