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Capítulo 1369: Chapter 503: Dusk Converges, Mid-Autumn Moonlight (Part 3)

The gazes met in the spin.

The dusk enveloped them, and the orange-red light streamed through buildings and trees, scattering fragmented and dappled shadows over the two.

The air was permeated with the unique freshness of autumn, thread by thread, refreshing the heart and mind.

The evening breeze swirled, causing the sycamore leaves to spin and dance upon them, beautiful and romantic.

Passersby unconsciously slowed down, admiring the scene enviously.

From the security booth, the familiar old man with Wen Ruan poked his head out, cheerfully holding his thermos cup.

The spinning gradually stopped.

“Did Sister dress so beautifully today just to welcome me?”

“Humph, wishful thinking, I’m beautiful every day.” Wen Ruan shot him a flirtatious look, “Hurry and put me down, Sister here is a celebrity at Oasis Garden, isn’t anyone concerned about face?”

She wasn’t joking.

This place is not far from her hometown village, and many former neighbors have bought homes here.

With her current status, position, and beauty, she is quite well-known.

Tang Song lowered his head slightly, smiling at the big sister, “That stubborn mouth? Kiss me once and I’ll let you down.”

“You little rascal!” Wen Ruan bit her moist lips, encircled his neck, and raised her head to kiss him.

Soon, her lips were sucked on.

Wen Ruan’s water-like eyes slowly narrowed, enjoying his love and possession.

…

“Ding—” the elevator stopped at the 17th floor.

Wen Ruan opened the door and led Tang Song inside.

Immediately, a welcoming chorus came from within.

“You’ve finally arrived, Tang Song come in quick, these are the slippers I bought for you.”

“Tang is here! Come sit inside!”

Tang Song bowed slightly with a smile: “Uncle, Auntie, good evening, sorry to bother you.”

“Oh dear, what are you saying, coming here is just like coming to your own home!” Qian Guixiang pulled Tang Song’s arm, her eyes full of laughter.

Although never explicitly said, she naturally knew that nowadays Tang Song was practically their son-in-law.

After some pleasantries.

Wen Ruan pulled Tang Song to wash his hands, then took off his coat and hung it in her bedroom closet.

Soon, the four of them sat in the dining room.

The table was full of home-cooked dishes made by Wen Ruan’s mother.

Steamed pork, stir-fried green beans, braised pork, sweet and sour ribs…

There were both meat and vegetables, both cold and hot, very sumptuous.

At the dinner table.

Wen Ruan behaved gracefully and thoughtfully, attentively serving food to Tang Song and pouring soup, occasionally introducing his work and hobbies to her parents, obviously having done her homework in advance.

Her gestures and actions fully exhibited the demeanor of a lady from a prominent family.

With her smooth conversation, there was almost no sense of unfamiliarity between the two sides, the atmosphere was harmonious and delightful.

Tang Song’s appetite was particularly good, finishing 3 big bowls of rice in one breath.

Making Qian Guixiang beam with joy.

Tang Song praised with a smile: “Auntie’s cooking is really good, if Ruannuan had half your skill, it’d be perfect.”

“Haha, I’ll make sure to urge Ruannuan to learn some dishes you like, this child is just afraid of the oil smoke harming her skin, though she actually learns pretty quickly.”

Just as Tang Song was about to add something more, his shin was suddenly brushed softly by her toe under the table.

He turned slightly and saw the big sister beckoning him.

Tang Song obediently leaned over.

Wen Ruan leaned close to his ear, facial expression unchanged, speaking in a whisper only the two could hear: “But… Sister is good at making noodles, right?”

Soon after, Wen Ruan’s hand caressed his thigh, gently sliding across.

Tang Song’s eye twitched, looking at the elders opposite, and then at the big sister with a dignified smile.

His whole body was tingling.

Is this really a topic to discuss here?

Tang Song directly reached out his large hand, under the cover of the tablecloth, unabashedly feeling the fullness of the thick thighs.

Wen Ruan bit her lip and resumed eating as if nothing had happened.

…

After dinner, the two made an excuse to admire the moon and went straight downstairs.

They walked leisurely along the stone path of the community.

The streetlights cast a gentle glow reflecting on Wen Ruan’s tall silhouette, her trench coat gently swaying with her steps, appearing both graceful and casual.

Along the way, they chatted about mundane matters sporadically.

After a while, Wen Ruan seemed a bit upset due to a little joke from Tang Song.

She darted straight into a corner of the community’s northeast greenery.

With the trees providing cover, the surroundings plunged into a shadowy darkness.

When Tang Song pursued her inside.

Wen Ruan suddenly unbuttoned her trench coat, looking at him with a dazzling smile.

Her posture was languid yet alluring, her legs interlaced, gently rubbing against each other, seemingly indifferent to Tang Song’s gaze, yet carrying a trace of deliberate teasing.

Very charming and very enticing.

Feeling the warmth and fragrance emanating from her, Tang Song’s heartbeat quickened.

“Sister Wen Ruan, what are you trying to do?”

Wen Ruan approached him, lightly tapping his chest with her finger, her tone carrying a hint of playful teasing: “Stop babbling, at the dinner table just now, you were so forceful, almost making me call out, how come you turned into a gentleman outside?”

Before she finished speaking, she provocatively bit his neck, the force just right.

Seeing the nearby 36E, Tang Song took a deep breath, his hands starting to wander indiscreetly.

But evidently, the big sister wasn’t as kinky as Jing.

Merely letting him have some fun with his hands, completing what was unfinished at the dinner table.

Just a few minutes later.

Wen Ruan bit his neck, giggling as she buttoned up her trench coat, her steps light and graceful as she walked out of the “dark zone.”

The “tap-tap-tap” of her footsteps in the quiet night was particularly rhythmic, as if dancing.