10:00 AM.
The black Rolls-Royce drives into the main road of the Mid-Levels.
Tang Song leans against the backseat on the right side, fingertips lightly tapping the car window.
Watching the gradually elevating view outside, his eyes gleam with eager anticipation.
Lin Muxue turns to look at him, curiously asking, "President Tang, where are we going now?"
"You'll know soon enough." Tang Song smiles, casually resting his left hand on her thigh.
Through the thin fabric of the dress pants, he feels the remarkable elasticity and warmth, easing his internal excitement.
Lin Muxue gently bites her lower lip, her legs starting to weaken again.
Last night, in that executive suite on the 42nd floor overlooking Victoria Harbour, she was truly "well-fed."
So much so that she barely woke up at nine this morning.
She feels more clearly than ever that Tang Song is becoming increasingly powerful, both physically and in his aura.
