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Chapter 111: Chapter 110: The Beautician Who Casts Magic Chapter 111: Chapter 110: The Beautician Who Casts Magic Two people with no kissing experience were just sucking on each other’s lips.

Zhao Yaqian tilted her head back, her eyelashes fluttering like butterflies.

“Zip—” The zipper was slowly opened.

The thin sun-proof jacket parted, revealing the white cotton base layer underneath.

The flat abdomen and the protruding truth formed an enchanting curve.

“Ah—” Zhao Yaqian opened her mouth, and the curve of truth began to change freely.

Heavy breathing was exhaled onto each other’s faces.

Even through the clothes, Tang Song could feel an amazing tension.

Looking at his beautician friend’s blush-flushed face, a sense of possessive contentment surged in his heart.

Thinking back to the scenes that had unfolded over the month he had known her.

He lifted his head.

Zhao Yaqian slowly opened her hazy eyes and said in a soft, cooing voice, “Brother Song, you…”

Tang Song met her gaze and smiled, asking, “Zhao Yaqian, do you have feelings for me? The kind between boyfriends and girlfriends.”

Zhao Yaqian lowered her head, glanced at the big hand that remained on her chest, and spoke softly, “I do, I like you.”

Immediately after, her full, moist lips were sealed once more.

The bangs on her forehead were somehow disheveled, caught between the two of them.

The air inside the car gradually became scorching hot.

The two novices, in the blurred night, greedily sucked each other’s breath, feeling as though the entire world was reduced to just the two of them.

…

On the way back, Tang Song couldn’t suppress the smile on his lips.

His fingers danced ceaselessly on her thigh.

The only pity was that Qianqian was wearing long pants; how wonderful it would have been if it were a skirt.

Sky Garden, Building 6, Unit 2.

Zhao Yaqian clambered out of the car, her legs feeling a bit wobbly.

Picking up the LV gift bag from the back seat, she held it with both hands dangling in front of her, looked at Tang Song, and said with a beaming smile, “Brother Song, thank you for the gift, I really love it. I’ve never bought anything this expensive.”

“This Carryall medium bag suits your height,” Tang Song commented, looking at the tall and sexy beautician, then added, “And the phone, make sure to use it often.”

“Mm-hmm, definitely, I’ll switch to the new phone tonight!” Zhao Yaqian glanced at the phone box in the bag, her eyes brimming with joy.

“I mean, take lots of photos and share a bit of your inner pairings.”

“Ah—” Zhao Yaqian bit her lip, “I understand.”

“Well, that’s it, go to bed early when you get back, I know you’re tired today,” Tang Song said as he stepped forward to touch her smooth hair, his eyes filled with concern.

Zhao Yaqian nodded, stepped forward, and kissed him on the cheek, her big eyes blinking, “Bye-bye~”

“Bye-bye~”

After walking a few steps, Zhao Yaqian turned her head back to look at Tang Song and said sweetly, “Be careful on the road. I’ll miss you tonight.”

After saying that, she trotted away, the gift bag swinging back and forth in her hand, her steps light as air.

Watching her departing figure, Tang Song took a long breath.

That evening, for the first time, he had experienced the truth of a girl with his own hands, his heart filled with joy.

The only regret was that when he reached in, the bashful beautician stopped him; it seemed he still had to take things one step at a time.

Noticing the lights on the 4th floor hallway turn on and then off again.

Only then did Tang Song get into the car and drive towards YJTC.

…

As she entered the front door of her room, Zhao Yaqian kicked off her shoes, too impatient to put on slippers, and “thump, thump, thump,” ran to the bedroom door, opening He Liting’s room).

She had too much joy to share with her best friend tonight.

“Ting! Huh? Where is she not?”

Blinking, Zhao Yaqian returned to the living room and pulled out her phone from her bag.

Just as she lit up the screen, she immediately saw several missed calls.

All from He Liting.

Zhao Yaqian’s face turned pale as she suddenly realized that she had forgotten to tell He Liting about Tang Song coming to pick her up.

During work hours, her phone was always on vibrate.

But she had left work in such a hurry today that she hadn’t had time to turn on the ringtone.

It was now 11 PM, and by her usual schedule, she should have been home by now.

Unlocked the screen and quickly dialed the number.

The call was picked up soon after.

Immediately, an anxious voice rang out, “Qianqian! What’s with you? Why didn’t you answer your phone? Where are you?”

Zhao Yaqian replied with a guilty conscience, “I’m sorry, Ting, I forgot to tell you that Tang Song picked me up after work today, I’m already home.”

“Ahhhh!” A scream erupted, “Damn Qianqian! And to think I was so worried about you, waiting for you for 20 minutes at the bus stop on my e-bike, you heartless…”

Zhao Yaqian pulled the phone away from her ear and waited for He Liting to finally stop before she cooed, “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, Ting, you’re forgiving, forgive me this time, won’t you?”

“I will deal with you when I get back!” He Liting shouted and then hung up the phone.

Zhao Yaqian stuck out her tongue, stood still for a while, her cheeks reddening as she took a clean pair of underwear from the balcony back to the bedroom.

She was especially tired today, sweating a lot, and her clothes were all damp.

Once Zhao Yaqian, now in her pajamas, returned to the living room, she could hear the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway.

Immediately after, the door burst open, and He Liting walked in, furious.

Before she could speak, Zhao Yaqian interrupted, “Ting, come look at this!”

He Liting looked in the direction Qianqian was pointing and saw an open orange box and the exquisite bag inside it.

Recognizing the familiar vegetable-tanned leather, He Liting hurried over, her voice filled with astonishment, “Is this… an LV bag?”

Joy twinkled in Zhao Yaqian’s eyes as she nodded vigorously, “The LV Carryall, the very one Zhang Wenju showed us before.”

“Is this a high-quality replica?” He Liting widened her eyes in surprise.

Their fellow townsman, Zhang Wenju, also lived in Yan City and would get together with them from time to time.

She owned such a bag and often boasted about it, but later it was revealed to be a replica by someone in the know.

She vividly remembered the awkwardness of that moment.

Holding the bag to her chest with pride, Zhao Yaqian boasted, “Of course not! This is definitely the real deal, a gift from Brother Song! I just checked, 21 thousand yuan!”

Standing up, she slung the bag over her shoulder and twirled several times in front of He Liting.

“Isn’t it beautiful? The leather strap can be adjusted any way you like, worn on the shoulder, crossbody, or even removed. It has a super spacious interior with lots of pockets. I tried it out; a makeup bag, water bottle, umbrella, and tablet all fit with no problem.”

She really loved the bag; it matched her height perfectly and felt exceptionally chic when she wore it.

He Liting couldn’t hide a smile, forget about being angry, she walked over and gently touched the bag.

The leather was soft and comfortable to the touch, the stitching even and meticulous, and the metal hardware smooth and of substantial quality, giving the whole thing a sophisticated and luxurious feel.

Maybe it was a preconception, but she thought it looked much better than Zhang Wenju’s replica.

He Liting said enviously, “Qianqian, Tang Song really treats you well, giving you such an expensive bag.”

Zhao Yaqian stuck out her tongue, opened the bag, and smiled, “Check inside, there’s more.”

He Liting was taken aback for a moment before reaching in.

She then pulled out a perfectly sealed new iPhone.

“Humph, now I have the latest flagship phone as well. Last time, Zhang Wenju and Li Yuanyuan laughed at me. Just wait till I make them green with envy!” Zhao Yaqian boasted gleefully.

“Never mind them, even I’m dying of jealousy!” He Liting said, glancing between the bag and the phone worth over ten thousand yuan, her eyes turning red.

She knew Tang Song drove a BMW and must come from a wealthy family, but she hadn’t expected him to be so generous.

She knew some rich guys, but none that would casually gift over thirty thousand yuan’s worth of presents.

“By the way, Qianqian, how far have you two progressed now?”

Hearing this question, Zhao Yaqian’s face turned red immediately, “Not much really, just the normal… boyfriend and girlfriend relationship.”

It indeed wasn’t much, only some touching over clothes, on her legs and chest.

Thinking of the warmth she felt during their embrace today, Zhao Yaqian clamped her legs together, her mind wandering.

After a little while, Zhao Yaqian said, “Ting, I haven’t mentioned this before, but Brother Song is wealthier than I thought, he’s now driving a BMW.”

“I see… that really does make him quite outstanding,” He Liting pursed her lips, “Qianqian, I think you still know too little about him. As you continue to get to know each other, you should ask more about his background, career, and past relationships.”

She hadn’t forgotten about that rich and beautiful girl in Burberry.

“Yeah, I got it,” Zhao Yaqian replied absentmindedly, smiling, “Come on, Ting, let’s set up the new phone together!”

He Liting said nothing further, sitting on the couch, watching Zhao Yaqian excitedly unbox the phone, activate it, swap the SIM card, transfer data…

By the time it hit midnight, Zhao Yaqian was content, putting the phone away and going through her nighttime routine before bed.

Lying in bed, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, with images of Tang Song’s hands and mouth filling her mind.

Brother Song’s lips smelled so good, and kissing him felt so comfortable.

His hands were beautiful too, long and fair, and exceptionally nimble.

The moonlight outside the window was obscured by clouds, faint and blurred.

The 19-year-old beautician licked her lips and began to form hand seals, attempting to cast magic.