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Chapter 1370 - Capítulo 1370: 503: Dusk Draws Near, Mid-Autumn’s Bright Moon (Part 4)

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Capítulo 1370: Chapter 503: Dusk Draws Near, Mid-Autumn’s Bright Moon (Part 4)

The evening breeze brushed through the strands of hair.

The moonlight and the lamplight sprinkled upon her hair, casting a faint, ethereal glow.

Tang Song suddenly recalled that night a few months ago at YJTC, a familiar scene.

Back then, she was tearfully shouting, “How come you didn’t even try to trick me!”

Probably, the mature lady now feels happy, right?

After walking a few steps, she saw Tang Song standing there, staring blankly at her.

She laughed out loud with a “Pfft—”, walked back and spun around, “Am I beautiful?”

“Yes, very beautiful,” Tang Song said softly, his voice deep and tender.

Wen Ruan instantly blossomed into a satisfied and happy smile, giving him a playful wink.

The night outlined her figure.

She was thirty, but her eyes sparkled like those of a teenager.

Tang Song reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Then he hugged her tightly, inhaling the fragrance in her hair, a warmth rising in his heart.

Wen Ruan’s gaze slightly hesitated, her body gradually softened.

The autumn wind swept by, the sycamore leaves rustled.

A faint scent of osmanthus filled the air, blending with their hurried breaths.

…

After returning upstairs, Wen Ruan pulled Tang Song to sit on the sofa, chatting more with her parents.

Qian Guixiang took out a family photo album, each photo capturing moments of Wen Ruan’s growth.

Her running in the yard with pigtails as a child, her young face clad in school uniform at middle school graduation, and her confident demeanor on stage during high school…

Laughter echoed, the atmosphere relaxed and harmonious.

Until it was approaching half past nine, Wen Ruan “coaxed” Tang Song from the living room into her bedroom.

She had him accompany her to watch a movie while playing a game.

It went on until after 10 PM.

They both went to the bathroom to freshen up, one after the other.

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When Tang Song returned to the bedroom after freshening up, Wen Ruan was facing away from the doorway, tying up her high ponytail.

As if noticing the noise, Wen Ruan turned to look over, skillfully finishing her hairstyle.

Under the warm light, the pure white undershirt stretched into thrilling lines, the hem barely covering the edge of her shorts, her snow-white long legs shimmering with a pearly glow.

Her exposed slender neck added a touch of youthful energy.

Noticing Tang Song’s gaze, Wen Ruan stepped gracefully in front of him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“How is it? Does it remind you of your first love? E cup, high ponytail, do you like it?”

Wen Ruan teased her hair behind her ear, deliberately showing a pure and naive expression, timidly looking at him.

Tang Song’s throat moved slightly, he answered sincerely, “I like it.”

The mature lady sure knows how to play; to think she’s completely in vacuum inside right now.

Who can resist this?

Initially, he hadn’t planned on causing a ruckus at the father-in-law’s house, fearing a big scene.

But now it seems like the mature lady is the one causing trouble!

Wen Ruan squeezed her legs tightly together, used a sticky and magnetic mature lady’s voice to say some trash talk, vulgar, but so captivating.

Tang Song took a deep breath, “Sister Wen Ruan, isn’t this a bit inappropriate here?”

“What? Can’t you handle this? Sister will give you something below to taste,” Wen Ruan replied frivolously, raising her head and puffing her chest, “Sister doesn’t like men who drag their feet.”

The E cup wrapped in pure cotton fabric exuded an irresistible allure.

Tang Song’s mind gradually blurred, leaving only a strong impulse.

“Oh!” Wen Ruan exclaimed lightly, she had already lost control of her body.

“Stop, stop, why are you hitting me!”

“Where did you learn these bad habits, oh boy!”

…

The 1.5-meter wooden bed creaked under pressure.

Soon after, the two rolled onto the carpet by the bed.

Outside the window, the sycamore leaves rustled loudly, autumn’s presence heavy.

The full moon of Mid-Autumn hung in the night sky, the moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains onto their entwined figures, blending with the warm yellow light from the bedside lamp.

At times overlapping, at others separating.

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