Yanjing Sky City, duplex apartment.
Zhang Yan sat before the lavish vanity in the walk-in closet, her fingertips unconsciously brushing her slightly swollen lips, her face still flushed with lingering shyness.
Tang Song had already left to take part in the company's Double Twelve livestream event.
She was alone in the spacious room.
The long, deep kiss kept replaying in her mind, over and over, beyond her control.
His tenderness, the warmth of his palm, his scent—
Every detail replayed endlessly in her mind like high-definition slow motion.
So... so just kissing alone could make someone feel so...
She bit her lip, clasped her hands tightly in her lap, and lowered her head.
"Ding-dong—"
The WeChat notification sound jolted her out of her tangled thoughts.
[Cheng Xiaoyue: "@Zhang Yan @Lin Feifei, I've already set off. Navigation says I'll reach the flower shop in twenty minutes."]
Zhang Yan quickly came to her senses, checked the time, and hurriedly replied, "I'm heading out too. I should get there around the same time."
After sending the message, she immediately stood up.
She picked up the black Ski Jacket Tang Song had chosen for her.
It was also one of his company's bestselling products, and it truly was beautiful.
She carefully put it on and zipped it up.
The person in the mirror instantly looked a little different.
The clean cut and structured fabric made her originally slender, frail figure appear more upright, while cleverly concealing her unconscious timidity and restraint.
Looking at the refreshed reflection in the mirror, looking almost heroic and dashing,
Zhang Yan's cheeks reddened again.
She grabbed her bag, went downstairs,
called a ride on her phone, and headed to Lin Feifei's Little Cuties Flower Shop.
Outside the car window, the sky was dark and gloomy, lead-gray clouds hanging low.