Missing You Would Be a Regret

"Splash splash splash—" After a while, Tang Song wiped his hands clean and went outside.

Wen Ruan looked up at him, her gaze unconsciously focusing on his fingers.

Wow, I used to just think his hands were pretty, but today I realized they're actually so useful!

It's so much better than any of those random vibration devices!

If this were a game, the controls would definitely be amazing.

"3 minutes! You only lasted 3 minutes!" Tang Song held up a finger and waved it at her, a big, charming smile playing on his lips.

Wen Ruan rolled her eyes at him, clearly annoyed.

With hands like yours, it's like you're on steroids, who could withstand that?!

Thinking of the scene of trembling and fighting back then, Wenruan felt a surge of Wen Ruan in her heart; she really couldn't bear it.

"Come on, let's go pick out a gift." Tang Song patted her peach-shaped buttocks.

He could clearly sense that Wen Ruan's attitude towards him had changed significantly.

Or rather, she accepted the idea of being his girlfriend from the bottom of her heart.

Perhaps she still has many concerns, but with this opening, it's only a matter of time before this older sister falls for him.

When it comes to relationships, Tang Song has never been a magnanimous person.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have pursued his White Moonlight" for so long, giving up pleasure and studying hard to improve himself for her.

It's impossible to get him to let go of Wen Ruan, whom he's had intimate contact with.

Next, we need to put her and her family at ease.

Following Tang Song into the dressing room, Wen Ruan looked around with a look of amazement on her face.

I couldn't help but exclaim softly, "So beautiful!"

U-shaped walk-in design, open space, warm-toned distributed lighting.

The island counters are staggered in height, with black leather dressing stools and solid wood and genuine leather wardrobes, creating a comfortable and understated luxury style.

In the dark wardrobe, rows of high-quality clothes hang neatly.

The bags, shoes, and hats are neatly categorized, creating a truly impressive sight.

Tang Song put his arm around her slender waist and led her to a cabinet at the back, where he gently opened it.

The gift boxes and bags were overflowing.

LV, Bulgari, Chanel, Cartier ...

Tang Song reached out and smiled, "Cosmetics, bags, and accessories are all available. Take your pick."

"Uh..." Her Wen Ruan chest heaved, and her heart raced.

She licked her lips, her fingers tracing over the exquisite packaging.

She's a normal woman, and it's impossible for her not to be excited when faced with so many tempting luxury goods.

At this moment, she understood more clearly and intuitively what she would gain if she were with Tang Song.

When she was young, she always felt that the future held infinite possibilities. She was unwilling to be mediocre and longed for financial freedom and fame.

During those years of Struggle in the big city, the sleepless nights, overtime work, taking the blame, and setbacks made her realize that she was not the protagonist of the world.

Returning to Yancheng to work, enjoy life, and enrich oneself is perhaps a kind of compromise.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down.

Wen Ruan took out four boxes of hair ties from inside, saying, "I'll come back for mine later."

We entered the living room.

Qiao Lina, Wen Qinqin, and others were chatting quietly together, occasionally pointing to a spot in the surrounding renovation.

They noticed Tang Song and Wen Ruan approaching.

The four of them quickly stood up, looking uneasy.

Even Zhang Ziqi, who is usually very outgoing, seemed a little tense.

Although she knew Tang Song was very rich and lived in a large apartment, she could only truly understand the difference after experiencing it for herself.

Wen Ruan shook the gift bag in her hand and said with a smile, "These are hair ties that Tang Song gave you. Two are Chanel and two are LV. You four can divide them among yourselves."

"Thank you, Mr. Tang! Mr. Tang is the most handsome!" Zhang Ziqi walked over excitedly and picked out the LV headband she had been longing for.

"Thank you, Tang Song!" "Thank you!" "Thank you!"

The other three girls quickly took it, their faces beaming with joy.

These are real, tangible benefits; who could refuse them!

After chatting for a few minutes in the living room, the group followed Tang Song Audio-Visual Room.

Pushing open the heavy door and turning on the lights, everyone's eyes lit up.

Adjustable Mood Lighting with adjustable color and brightness, an L-shaped luxury sofa, an extra-large projector screen, a massage chair, and elegant wine and snack cabinets...

Chen Xiaoman exclaimed "Wow!" and eagerly crawled inside, Pat Pat and looking around.

He then took out his Mobile Phone and started taking pictures.

Tang Song invited them to sit down, turned on the Laser Projector, and placed snacks and drinks on the coffee table.

The group sat on the sofa and chatted for a while.

Chen Xiaoman and Wen Ruan took the game controllers and started playing a two-player game on PS5.

Others would occasionally join in, creating a very lively atmosphere.

3 p. m.

Tang Song ordered some fruit slices, cakes, and Milk Tea.

The group selected a domestic romantic comedy on the NAS and dimmed the Mood Lighting.

Soon, clear and distinct sound came from the BOSE Audio.

Tang Song held Wen's Wen Ruan waist, watching a movie and chatting in hushed tones.

Wait until the movie ends.

Wen Qinqin turned on the karaoke machine, and the group enthusiastically selected songs and started karaoke.

Wen Ruan glanced at Tang Song beside her, took a deep breath, and whispered in his ear, "Little brother, come with me for a moment, I have something to tell you."

After saying that, she stood up and said to the others, "This is my first time here too. Let Tang Song show me around and we can discuss what to have for dinner. You guys go ahead and have fun."

The others nodded and waved to them.

Close the door to the home theater.

Wen Ruan walked directly towards the master bedroom.

Tang Song, who was following behind her, had a spark of anticipation in his eyes, as if he understood what his older sister meant.

"Click—" The door was locked from the inside, and the two looked at each other at the same time.

Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the two embraced tightly, the sound of their clothes rubbing together mingling with the sounds of their kisses.

Feeling Tang Song's vibrant energy, Wen Ruan Ruan's heart raced, and she whispered, "After dinner tonight, I'll leave with Zi Qi and the others. I also have a lot to explain to my parents."

Seeing the disappointment in Tang Song's eyes, she licked her moist lips and said in a seductive voice, "So, we don't have much time left. Let me teach you some more Water Magic."

Tang Song pinched the truth in front of her, "I hope to learn E-level Water Magic."

Wen Ruan bit her lip and smiled, "It seems you really want to improve, huh? You're already playing around with fancy moves so quickly."

"Is it okay?" Tang Song asked expectantly.

Wen Ruan didn't answer. Instead, she opened her mouth and moved her tongue against her lips and teeth, as if she were reciting a mantra.

Her facial expression was charming and shy, and her slightly upturned eyebrows exuded a mature elegance.

This was the first time Tang Song had ever seen such a hot older sister, and he was instantly aroused, pressing down on her heavily.

A while later.

Tang Song sat down on the sofa in the bedroom's Rest Area, looking at her older sister expectantly.

Soon, a breathtaking scene unfolded before him.

Wen Ruan slowly knelt down.

Immediately afterwards, a jumble of noises arose.

Wen Ruan opened her mouth and opened her heart, beginning to tell him about her past.

Tang Song took a deep breath and admired her from head to toe.

Full, delicate E-cup breasts, exquisite collarbones, a tilted face, a slender waist, flowing long hair, and a rounded, peach-shaped bottom...

This is an unprecedented perspective, bringing unparalleled shock.

In a daze, I recalled the scenes from that day at Huiying Creative Park.

Wen Ruan raised her head and looked at him with her misty eyes.

This was a face that perfectly matched her sexual preferences, and Tang Song had a gentle, understanding, and sensible personality, a well-proportioned and upright figure, not to mention his other qualities.

She has always been a rational and mature person with her own stable values.

I hope to walk down the aisle with my Partner, receive the blessings of my family, and have a happy family.

But she knew perfectly well that Tang Song couldn't be that person.

If I choose to continue with him, it can only be as a "lover" or "girlfriend".

But she is not alone; she has parents, relatives, friends, and classmates.

Thinking of his parents' expectations, the gaze of his family and relatives, public opinion, and Tang Song's future wife.

Wen Ruan's heart was filled with complex and unfathomable emotions; she didn't know how to make a decision.

"Ouch~" Tang Song grasped the Wen Ruan, warm cheek. "Zhuangzhuang, talk to me properly, don't bite me!"

Wen Ruan's face instantly turned bright red. She raised her head, licked her lips, and said, "Don't use that term! I'm just voluptuous; my body fat percentage is perfect. I'm not muscular at all!"

After saying that, she secretly did something.

Tang Song took a deep breath and instantly gave in, "Okay, sister, please continue!"

Wen Ruan glared at him, then continued to whisper her troubles in her ear.

We had a sumptuous dinner in the restaurant on the large floor.

Qiao Lina and the others wandered around the other rooms taking pictures.

Tang Song and Wen Ruan went into the media room and played games together.

The huge projection screen and the powerful BOSE Audio made Wen Ruan extremely excited and happy, like a little girl who had received a toy, and she would often share game strategies and tips with him.

It was clear that she really enjoyed playing games; the whole room was filled with her laughter and exclamations.

Tang Song's gaze softened, feeling that this older sister was truly charming, and being with her always made him so happy.

9:30 p. m.

The group took the elevator to the first floor, and Qiao Lina and the others strolled Yoyo toward the Yuanhe Mansion.

The two stood quietly downstairs in the residential complex.

Wen Ruan looked at him and said softly, "No need to see me off. We know the way, and this is the city center, so there's no danger."

Tang Song handed the BMW car keys from his pocket to Wen Ruan, saying, "You're really interested in cars, right? Drive it around and have fun with it. Just bring it over whenever you're done."

This BMW 330 mostly sits gathering dust in his possession, and he only drives it occasionally.

But it's a new car after all, it's a shame to just leave it there.

Wen Ruan blinked, her face full of smiles, and said, "Are you trying to take care of me? Now you're providing me with a car, is the next step to providing me with a house?"

For her, BMW 330i Yao Night at 400,000 yuan is an absolute luxury car.

Tang Song raised his eyebrows. "So, are you willing?"

Wen Ruan didn't answer him, but just stared at him Mo Mo for a while, then reached out and took his car keys, saying softly, "Bye."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the gate.

"Tap tap tap—" She lowered her head slightly, taking each step with extra effort, as if hesitating and waiting for something.

When she took the 10th step, Wen Ruan stopped, turned around, and walked back with a "tap tap tap" sound.

Watching Tang Song's figure in the evening breeze, tears streamed down my face.

She bit her lip and said, "Why don't you ever lie to me?! If you lied to me, said you'd marry me, said you'd love me forever, I wouldn't leave tonight! I would stay here with you for a while, I would cook for you, I would play games with you, I would tell you about my past... Even if I ended up crying like an idiot, I could comfort myself by saying that you dumped me, that you're a complete scumbag, not worth my time..."

After she finished speaking at length, she stood on tiptoe and bit him hard on the neck.

She wiped the tears from her face with her palm, pushed him hard, picked up her bag and gift bag, and strode away.

I'll regret missing you.

This is beyond doubt.

But my love for you is like a conflict between turning left and turning right.

They're going crazy, but they're afraid there's no way out.

But what can I do?

Give me a little more time, give me some more reasons, so I can go crazy without restraint!