"Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Brother Song." Jing put her hands behind her back, stood on tiptoe, kissed the corner of Tang Song's mouth, and walked briskly into the community entrance.
Standing downstairs for a while longer, Tang Song turned and walked out of the community.
Back in the Mercedes-Benz, the scent of Jing still lingered in his nose.
The scenes just now replayed in his mind.
A sweet and pretty face, a full and firm chest, interesting little expressions.
Jing had a strong resemblance to an anime girl.
Her skin felt like soft jelly, without any rough texture.
Especially her legs—slender, soft, silky, with a touch of visible bones.
It left one reluctant to part.
Thinking of her after being punished, her trembling body, watery eyes, and expression of admitting wrongs.
Something seemed to be budding in Tang Song's heart.
"Vroom——" The bright headlights shone out.
