Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

Basement, guest room, laundry room, bathroom, wardrobe, media room...

Finally, when he pushed open the multi-function room door on the third floor, a familiar fragrance greeted his senses.

Tang Song’s eyes brightened, he stepped in briskly.

This place had been transformed into Wen Ruan’s daily studio, complete with various office equipment.

And in the far corner of the room, sitting relaxed on a custom soft padded bed, was Wen Ruan.

Her long hair draped over shoulders, carrying a bit of casualness and wildness.

She wore a sleeveless white NBA collab vest, closely fitted yet not excessively tight, the front logo subtly rising and falling with each breath; below, a navy-blue athletic shorts, outlining her firm, full curves.

Looked like an NBA player awaiting kickoff, sensual yet laced with a hint of untamed beauty.

Tang Song’s breath instantaneously accelerated, his eyes flushed red.

Goodness! Zhuangzhuang! You do understand playing ball!

Sensing his heated gaze, Wen Ruan rose slowly, barefoot landing on the carpet, her steps light but tinged with a teasing rhythm.

She tilted her head slightly, long hair gliding over shoulders, exposing her elegant neck, her gaze sultry, carrying the poise and charm of a mature woman.

Tang Song’s throat rippled, forcefully pulling her into his arms, burying his head in her neck, inhaling the faint fragrance in her hair.

Wen Ruan spoke with alluring charm: ”Speaking of tennis matches, the most important thing is to find the fall point of the tennis ball; I wonder if you can simultaneously accommodate two different fall points. Don’t end up caring for one at the expense of the other, kneeling in defeat~”