"Alright, Brother Song, hang on, I'm going to press the elevator now!"
"Okay, see you later, bye~"
After hanging up, Jing excitedly got up, stepped into her little leather shoes, and "tap tap tap" ran out the door.
Arriving at the elevator, she pressed both the up and down buttons.
Watching the changing floor numbers, Jing clasped her hands in front of her, a gentle and serene smile on her face.
She had dressed up painstakingly today, hoping to surprise Tang Song when they meet.
Ideally, he'd just embrace her and kiss her passionately!
Hehe ^^
"Ding—" The elevator doors slowly opened.
A tall and upright figure immediately came into view.
Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with perfect proportions.
A traditional style shirt draped over his robust body, its ink wash patterns billowing like a mist, making him look somewhat ethereal and dreamy.
