Quan City, mayor, personally receiving…
These were words that existed only in her most distant, unrealistic fantasies.
Now, they had turned into a concrete event scheduled on her itinerary.
At the same time, Tang Song's figure appeared in her mind.
Wondering... what he was doing right now.
Could this unexpected trip lead to something ambiguous?
She closed her eyes, uncontrollably smiling widely, her slender legs gently squeezed together.
...
Quan City, Mining Construction Community.
A delicate piece of lingerie was casually thrown on the desk.
Liu Qingning lay lazily on the bed, her eyes vacant.
Her adorable oval face was blushing, resembling two perfectly ripened apples.
The freshly ironed First Middle School uniform now appeared particularly disheveled.
There were even some water stains accidentally spilled while drinking.
"Squeak—" The bedroom door opened.
Tang Song walked in, holding a cup of warm water.
"Qingning, have some water to soothe your throat."
