Chapter 2267 - 726: Wind and Flowers (Daily Life) (6)

"Mm..."

"Oh right, your classmates are all waiting for you to post a photo." Tang Song pointed at her phone screen.

Zhang Yan let out an "oh", opened her album, thought for a moment, and still ended up sending that photo Tang Song took of her yesterday on the Agricultural University campus.

[Cheng Xiaoyue: "Wow, Yanyan how is your skin still this good, damn your genetics!"]

[Lin Feifei: "Nice, classmate Zhang Yan, the composition and lighting are great. Who took this photo? Is it that ’Jun’ from your Moments?!"]

Zhang Yan looked at Xiaoyue’s interrogation, not knowing how to answer. Her face flushed red as she poked at her phone over and over.

Just then Tang Song stood up and reached out to wrap his arm around her slender waist.

"Ah..." Zhang Yan jumped in fright, hurriedly clutched her phone tight, hid it behind her back, and snuck a peek at him.

"Since you’re meeting old classmates tonight, you obviously need to dress up a little. You’re dressed way too plain right now. Come on, I’ve got some jewelry prepared for you over here."

"Ah? This—no, no, it’s fine... we’re just going out for some casual barbecue..."

"How is that okay? Look at those two classmates of yours, they’re both quite trendy. You’re prettier than both of them, so of course you should be dressed the best."

Hearing Tang Song straightforwardly call her "pretty" made Zhang Yan’s heart practically jump out of her chest.

Right after that, Tang Song pulled her into the master bedroom’s walk-in closet.

He opened a special cabinet on the inside. Hanging there weren’t his suits, but several women’s outfits that looked expensive at a glance.

Then Tang Song took out an exquisite jewelry box from inside and handed it to her.

"A gift for you. I was actually planning to give it to you when you left Yan City."

Zhang Yan cradled the heavy box, utterly at a loss. "This... this..."

"See if you like it." Tang Song opened the jewelry box for her.

Inside was a full set of Chanel accessories—

A necklace, stud earrings, bracelet, and even a ring band.

Zhang Yan’s expression froze instantly.

Ever since she was little, she hadn’t even worn gold jewelry, let alone something this plentiful, this beautiful, this expensive.

"Do you like it?"

"Y-yeah, I like it..."

"Try it on."

"Mm."

Zhang Yan obediently sat down at the vanity in the closet, showing no intention of refusing at all.

In her mind, ever since the two of them slept in the same bed, she already belonged to him.

And probably for the rest of her life, that would never change.

Accepting his kindness wasn’t some shameful thing.

She looked at her own flushed cheeks in the mirror, and as if handling a rare treasure, put the pieces on one by one.

The cool platinum touching her warm skin made her tremble slightly from nervousness and a faint, indescribable sense of happiness.

Tang Song stood behind her, looking at the now refined girl in the mirror, and praised her with satisfaction: "Very pretty."

Zhang Yan looked at herself in the mirror, then at his reflection in it, and shyly lowered her head.

She carefully took off the necklace and bracelet and placed them back neatly into the jewelry box.

Only that simple band-style ring, she didn’t take off.

She stood up, as if trying to give herself courage, and said in a very soft voice, "Thank you... I didn’t prepare any gift for you..."

"You can’t just say that." Tang Song looked into her evasive eyes, deliberately blinked, and leaned in a step. "Shouldn’t you show it somehow?"

Zhang Yan’s lashes fluttered violently like butterfly wings. She instinctively shrank back half a step, her heel bumping against the cold edge of the vanity.

She lifted her head, meeting his deep, dark eyes.

In the end she still rose up on tiptoe and landed a kiss on his cheek.

She was just about to spring back like a startled rabbit.

But an arm tightened around her waist.

In the next instant, his eyes suddenly enlarged in her field of vision.

Tang Song held her waist firmly with one hand, while the other gently yet commandingly cupped her chin and tilted it up.

Then he lowered his head and pried open her lips and teeth that were still trembling slightly.

A buzzing went off in Zhang Yan’s head, and it went completely blank in an instant.

It was a brand-new world, full of aggression, yet one she couldn’t resist at all.

Her eyes grew hazy, her body went soft and collapsed into his arms.

The walk-in closet was utterly quiet, save for the faint wet sounds between their lips and teeth, and flushed faces and pounding hearts.

The biting winter wind of the north blew open a flower in the south that had long dared not bloom.