For the next three days, Tang Song set aside most of his work and remained in New York, focusing on keeping Big Sister company.
The two of them did not deliberately arrange any romantic outings.
They simply lived together.
Every day, they slept until they woke naturally, ate together, soaked in the oversized bathtub together, strolled through Central Park together, and worked out in the hotel gym together. Occasionally, Wen Ruan or Tang Song would handle a few work emails or take one or two brief video meetings.
The other person would lean back on the sofa nearby, quietly watching them.
That long dream had added an indescribable soul-deep understanding to the already profound bond between them.
Often, just a glance or a movement was enough for them to understand what the other wanted.
Sometimes, Wen Ruan would turn around from the window with coffee in hand and see Tang Song sitting there, and a sense of disorientation would rise within her.
As though they had already spent countless mornings like this together for many, many years.
That sense of closeness made her especially reluctant to let go.
Of course, unlike in the dream—
Tang Song was now far too strong.
On the court, Big Sister was no match for him at all.
Every time, she was utterly defeated and left in complete disarray.
By the third day, merely seeing Tang Song reach a hand toward her made her full, toned thighs tremble uncontrollably. In the end, she could only curl up beneath the covers and beg for mercy, spouting all kinds of trash talk.
Truly driven into a corner, Big Sister ignored the time difference and called Su Yu, trying to get her good friend to come to New York and rescue her.
Unfortunately, the female celebrity was currently