Amid the curling smoke.
The ambiguous atmosphere in the study had been stretched to its tightest point.
Ouyang Xuanyue had no intention of getting up at all.
She simply sat there calmly on the armrest of the broad sofa, her posture relaxed, her expression composed.
Seen from the side, the clean line of her jaw and her long neck formed an elegant curve, without the slightest hint of anything unusual.
Tang Song did not pretend to be a gentleman.
His hand remained on the side of her waist, quietly feeling the warm, delicate texture of her through the thin golf shirt.
That unique softness of a mature woman's body did not have the taut firmness of a young girl's, but it was full of the suppleness and elasticity left by the years. With the slightest sink of his fingertips, he could feel that watery tolerance and yielding softness.
With every breath Ouyang Xuanyue took, the rise and fall of her waistline brought the faintest friction.
In the air, the faint fragrance on her body mingled with the rich tobacco aroma of the top-grade cigar, forming an intoxicating olfactory memory. Deep in Tang Song's heart, an extreme pleasure mixed with conquest and satisfaction rose beyond his control.
She was different from Secretary Jin, the partner who had almost grown up alongside him.
In Tang Song's understanding and past interactions, Ouyang Xuanyue was more of a respected elder.
Their connection was far less close than his with Secretary Jin, and even when they did interact, they had always maintained considerable restraint and propriety.
There was even a sense of distance born from the age gap between them.
But at this moment.
As [Desire Echo] quietly triggered.
This noblewoman, who always wrapped herself in a gorgeous shell, had clearly had the defenses in