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Chapter 145: Chapter 140 Going to His Room_2 Chapter 145: Chapter 140 Going to His Room_2 He looked toward her lower abdomen and ventured his bold idea, “Wen Ruan, how about I help you apply it? My hands are exceptionally warm.”

Wen Ruan hesitated for a moment but did not refuse.

She slowly stood in front of him, lifting her loose white T-shirt slightly to reveal a tight and healthy waistline.

The muscle lines on the sides of her abdomen were smooth and aesthetically pleasing; her skin was elastic and glossy, creating a striking visual contrast with her large breasts and peach-shaped buttocks.

Noticing Tang Song’s gaze, Wen Ruan consciously tensed her muscles, and a clear “V” shape of abdominal muscles appeared instantly, extremely tempting.

This was the result of years of fitness and self-discipline, and she took pride in it.

Tang Song licked his lips and placed the warm uterus patch on the outside of her pants, over her lower abdomen.

Wen Ruan bit her lip, let down the loose T-shirt, tugged her sweatpants down a bit, and pulled her underwear up slightly.

When she lifted her shirt again, Tang Song’s eyes widened.

“Just stick it on the underwear; it keeps warmth the best.”

Tang Song took a deep breath; his nostrils filled with her body scent.

All he could think about were unspeakable secrets.

“Hurry up, I’m cold.”

Tang Song slowly extended his hand and placed the warm patch horizontally, smoothed it out, pressed it, pressed it again, and kept pressing.

In the end, he couldn’t resist and caressed her defined abdominal lines.

Instantly, a layer of fine goosebumps appeared on her skin.

Wen Ruan shivered and quickly pulled up her pants, feigning nonchalance, “Does it feel good?”

“Very good!” Tang Song nodded earnestly, “Can I touch it again?”

“Hmph, dream on.” Wen Ruan turned around, hiding the blush that was rising on her face, “Come on, I’ll show you your room first. Let me know if there’s anything you’re not satisfied with, and we can change it in time.”

…

The rain outside the window had stopped at some point, and the air was fresh and natural.

The team-building dinner that evening was very lively.

Barbecue plus hotpot, the ingredients were very abundant and fresh.

Many colleagues came with their partners, some even brought their pets.

Tang Song also took several group photos.

After dinner, they played small games like Pictionary and Time Bomb.

Perhaps the painkillers and warm uterus patch really worked wonders; Wen Ruan’s lower abdomen felt much better, and she joined in the games for a while, her smile never fading.

At 9 p.m.

Tang Song took Wen Ruan to the mini gym on the second floor.

They watched a movie while he started working out on the elliptical machine.

He had no choice, his fitness regimen required him to work out in the gym for an hour each day for the next 10 days, so today was just a light session.

Compared to other places, it was much quieter here, also quite suitable for the two of them to be alone.

Wen Ruan took the opportunity to snap a photo of him and shared it in her girlfriends’ chat group.

She commented: “He’s such a disciplined, sport-loving guy, not missing a single opportunity to improve himself; I feel somewhat ashamed.”

[Hu Mingli: awkward.jpg]

[Hu Mingli: “Our President Tang… such a straight man. With such a beautiful woman by his side, and he’s still working out??”]

[Zhang Ziqi: “I can’t understand…”]

[Zhang Ziqi: “I thought you two would be in bed by now.”]

Wen Ruan laughed and replied, “What are you thinking? Don’t imagine us in such a dirty way!”

At 10 p.m.

After finishing their workout, Tang Song and Wen Ruan chatted as they walked upstairs.

At the third-floor stairway, Tang Song suddenly stopped, inviting her, “Wen Ruan, my recent workout results have been very good, my muscles are much more defined, why not come to my room and give me some fitness guidance?”

“Fitness instruction…” Wen Ruan muttered, laughing as she patted his chest, “Little brother, watch less Korean comics and go to bed early.”

After speaking, she gave him a flirtatious smile and turned to walk into the stairwell.

Tang Song sighed, and just as he reached the fourth floor, he saw a figure standing by the window, smoking.

Tall and slim, dressed quite formally.

It was the director from Hu Mingli’s photos who was holding a cat.

Hearing the footsteps, Wang Liyu turned around and looked at him, his expression very complex. However, seeing that Wen Ruan hadn’t followed, he felt relieved.

Tang Song nodded politely at him, just as he was about to return to his own bedroom.

Suddenly, Wang Liyu called out to him, “Tang Song!”

“Hmm?” Tang Song looked at him, puzzled.

“How long have you known Wen Ruan?”

Tang Song thought for a moment and said, “Just over a half month.”

Wang Liyu extinguished the cigarette in his hand and whispered, “I understand, thank you.”

…

In room 311.

After finishing her wash, Zhang Xintong applied a face mask and, seeing Wen Ruan sitting on the bed in a daze, giggled, “Sister Wen Ruan, your boyfriend came all this way to be with you, and you left him alone. Isn’t that a bit bad?”

Wen Ruan rested her chin on her knees and murmured, “Is that so?”

Zhang Xintong nodded, “Yeah! Also, Hu Yike also lives on the fourth floor, oh, and she was very enthusiastic towards your boyfriend, her eyes almost spilling out water. During dinner, she kept serving food to Tang Song. I feel like she might even dare to knock on Tang Song’s door tonight.”

Hu Yike was that short-haired girl, in her early twenties, pretty and personable.

Wen Ruan’s heart skipped a beat, her mind warring internally.

After hesitating for quite a while, she took a deep breath and took out her phone to send Tang Song a message: “Little brother, what are you up to?”

“Ding-dong—” The notification sounded.

It was a photo.

She opened it to see, it was Tang Song in the bathroom holding toilet paper.

Wen Ruan pursed her lips and replied, “If you miss me, just say it. Don’t get it all over your hands.”

“Ding-dong—”

[Tang Song: “I miss you.”]

The corners of Wen Ruan’s mouth instantly curved up. She immediately stood up from the bed, let down her hair, and began to take clothes out of her bag.

Zhang Xintong curiously asked, “What’s up, Sister Wen Ruan?”

While changing her clothes, Wen Ruan said, “I just remembered, Tang Song’s suit is still here with me. I’ll go over to give it to him.”

“Are you coming back tonight?”

“I might stay to chat with him for a while, I’ll come back later. You go to sleep first.”

…

“Knock, knock, knock—” The sound of knocking echoed.

Just having come out of the bathroom, Tang Song raised his eyebrows and asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s me.” The voice was soft, but Tang Song heard it very clearly.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stepped forward and opened the door.

Immediately, he saw Wen Ruan standing at the door draped in his suit jacket.

“You said you missed me, so I came to see if you got it all over your hands.” Wen Ruan smiled, stepping inside.

Taking off the suit jacket, she revealed a tight T-shirt underneath, and sat on his bed, her shapely legs tightly together, smooth and fine as if they had no pores at all.

Tang Song let out a long breath and slowly stood in front of her, admiring her lush, full figure from top to bottom.

They gazed at each other, her expression teasingly playful.

Tang Song bent down, placed his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her deeply, feeling her moistness and sweetness.