She walked slowly to his side, glanced at the book in his hand, and said bashfully, "These are just random scribbles from my younger days, don't read them."
"I find it quite interesting, and besides, you are still very young now."
"Sweet talker." Gao Mengting's lips turned up slightly, and she couldn't resist pinching his cheek lightly.
Tang Song casually grasped her slightly cool legs.
It was his first time touching her legs; they weren't long, but perfectly proportioned.
The skin glowed with a pearly sheen under the light, and he could feel the firm elasticity of the muscle.
He couldn't help but apply a little pressure.
Gao Mengting let out a soft cry, then laughed as she dodged away, playfully flicking water droplets from her hair towards him.
The two of them laughed and played for a while.
Gao Mengting, her face flushed and breathing unsteady, sat at the dressing table, chatting with Tang Song while blow-drying her hair.
