As soon as she was placed on the back, the seats detected someone lying down and immediately closed together, forming a sofa resembling a large bed.
"Xue…Miss, you go back first, I'll be right back!"
Although Xue Tang was lying in the back, the car had an automatic driving function and didn't need a driver.
"Night" had originally planned to go back with Xue Tang, but after all, Qin Yan was now his partner, and he couldn't leave him there alone.
Letting the car take her back automatically was safer, so "Night" took one last reluctant look at the reclining beauty and left.
However, after experiencing the tense, relaxed, and reassured feeling, Xue Tang's face flushed slightly with a hint of intoxication, her eyes hazy. Smelling the familiar scent and hearing the familiar voice, a childlike smile appeared on her face, making her look exceptionally charming and innocent.
Although she was already half-asleep, as the familiar scent faded, her snow-white wrist, like a crane's neck, suddenly reached out and gripped "Night's" arm.
"Don't...go...stay with...me..."
"Night's heart softened, and he almost abandoned his principles to stay with Xue Tang, but ultimately withdrew his hand and left.
However, not daring to look back, he didn't notice that because Xue Tang's wrist was hanging down, the car's automatic door hadn't closed at all...how could it start?
And Xue Tang, in her hazy state, fell into a deep sleep almost instantly, and no one noticed this...
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Niu Dazhi returned home early from get off work today. His wife was exercising on a yoga mat in the living room.
She was doing a ballet-like leg-spreading pose, her thighs and shins fully exposed...but Niu Dazhi frowned almost imperceptibly. His wife's legs, which he usually found rather pleasing to the eye, were worlds apart from the alluring long legs he had seen from his daughter today.
Leaving aside the difference in length, the young lady's legs were exquisitely beautiful, with smooth, even lines, perfectly rounded and long. Even unconsciously, her plump hips swayed gently from side to side as she walked, her curves full and rounded, like ripe peaches.
His wife's legs, on the other hand, had dull skin, and the lengths of her thighs and calves were disproportionate. A bit of extra flesh clung to her waist, making her overall figure appear somewhat bloated.
He hadn't found it so unacceptable before, but after witnessing the brilliance of pearls and jade, the contrast with the impurities of quartz created a strong sense of disparity.
"Sigh..." he sighed inwardly. A celestial beauty like Miss Luo was beyond his reach.
Even just a glance would be enough, at least to make an impression. If she remembered him, he would be overwhelmed with gratitude. Of course, the most important thing was that he simply couldn't resist looking at Miss Luo.
This feeling was strikingly similar to that of encountering his first love in junior high... except for the accompanying lust, which he planned to indulge in a good time tonight to relieve the burning desire within him.
"Honey, I'll pick up the kids today."
His wife was a little surprised, but she naturally didn't object to her husband taking on the chore, muttering, "Go early and come back early..."
With a strange sense of anticipation, Niu Dazhi rode his electric scooter to the vicinity of the school.
He saw that the area seemed chaotic, as if some attack had occurred. He heard police sirens, but there wasn't a curfew yet, though he couldn't enter the school.
He stopped by the roadside and made a phone call to his wife when his eyes suddenly fell on a strangely familiar Maybach parked by the roadside.
"Hey... isn't that Miss Luo's car?"
He left his electric scooter behind and went closer. He saw a slender, snow-white wrist peeking out from the crack in the car door, a delicate, pale hand hanging outside.
His heart pounded, and he swallowed hard several times, a strange excitement and premonition welling up inside him.
Approaching the crack in the door, he saw a large, bed-like sofa occupying the entire back seat, upon which lay a shapely, curvaceous body. It was none other than... Luo Xuetang, the woman he had been longing for!
Her attire was different from what he had seen at noon; she was now wearing a form-fitting evening gown. The light blue silk fabric accentuated her two long, shapely legs, the fabric rippling slightly like gentle waves. Most alluring of all were still her full, rounded breasts.
Their breasts, slightly rounded by gravity, appeared fuller and thicker, like piled-up snow… displaying a perfect, rounded shape. Although the nipples weren't prominent, it was perfectly clear that there was nothing restricting their movement beneath the thin fabric.
Niu Dazhi was almost stunned, his heart pounding… and more importantly, Miss Xue Tang's breasts were slowly rising and falling, a sweet smile on her face, as if she were lost in a dream, like a begonia in spring slumber.
Niu Dazhi's heart jolted, and almost without thinking, he pulled open the car door and jumped inside with all his might.
The door slammed shut with a "snap!" The car's excellent soundproofing became apparent; only a faint white noise remained in his ears. The world seemed to fall silent for a moment; he could hear his own breathing and his rapid heartbeat.
The small space was filled with a captivating fragrance, like plum blossoms in full bloom—elegant, pure, and intoxicating. It sent a chill down Niu Dazhi's spine, making him almost faint, as he had never experienced such enchanting beauty before.
Although he had entered without thinking, he hadn't even decided what he was going to do.
He simply felt he couldn't miss this opportunity, and the fragrance emanating from Xue Tang only strengthened his resolve.
"No matter what, this is a rare opportunity, I'll touch her first."
Reaching out towards the beauty, who seemed to be asleep in spring, Niu Dazhi felt his fingers tremble slightly with excitement, mixed with a touch of fear: the woman before him was too beautiful, her curves undulating, perfect from head to toe, almost as if she shouldn't exist in this world.
Perhaps this is how Dong Yong felt when facing the Seventh Fairy?
Under such extraordinary and ethereal beauty, everyone feels a similar sense of something precious and untouchable!