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Moist and soft to the touch.

Tang Qing also raised his eyes, and the girl was smiling innocently with her eyes bent.

The light-colored pupils are full of light, and the lip line is smudged with color.

Tang Qing also pressed his fingertips against the girl's lips, and his fingertips were kissed softly.

She lowered her voice, with a slight coldness between her brows: "Don't play tricks."

After finishing speaking, she rubbed the girl's hair as if to comfort her.

After finishing their dinner, the two walked slowly towards the hotel hand in hand.

The street lamps are dotted with stars, embellished in the dark blue night, and the noise and music are faintly immersed in the night.

Looking at the hotel from a distance, there are already many people gathered in the square at the entrance, and a soothing and affectionate slow song is playing on the speakers.

More than a dozen couples of men and women joined hands and danced lightly.

The two leading dancers wore formal and appropriate dresses, and the women's skirts floated rhythmically on their calves, with elegant and professional postures.

There are many audiences in the crowd to try, regardless of men and women, in pairs.

"Tang Tang." Tang Qingyi's hands slowly stroked her thin waist, her palms pressed against her waistline, and the heat made the girl tremble.

Her chin rested lightly on her thin shoulders, she turned her face sideways, her lips moved up from the delicate skin on the side of her neck, her breath was hot, and her voice was soft.

The red earlobes were pinched.

"Tangtang..." Tang Qingyi rubbed the tip of his nose against the girl, and said, "Dance with me...will you?"

The bodies of the two were very tight.

Tang Qing also heard the beating in Tang Tang's chest, which almost hit Tang Qingyi's breastbone quickly.

The girl's fingertips slid across Tang Qingyi's wrist, and finally supported Tang Qingyi's shoulder.

She seemed a little unable to stand, and simply relaxed herself in Tang Qingyi's arms.

"Okay." The squishy nasal voice was trusting and eager.

Tang Tang's fingertips were holding the thin cloth on Tang Qingyi's shoulders, her face was buried in it, and her ears were red.

There were too many spectators in the square who were dancing in disarray, so they didn't notice that in the corner, a pair of girls were embracing each other and dangling lightly.

The fast song was replaced by the slow song in the speaker.

People gather and disperse.

The evening breeze is thin and light, delivering a refreshing fragrance.

Tang Qing also kissed Tang Tang's temples in her ear, "It's gardenia."

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The overly tight schedule and lectures in the auditorium made Nancheng's competition training somewhat absurd and difficult.

Tang Qing also wore glasses to look at the white cloth for the screening on the stage of the auditorium, and occasionally listened to some to take notes, but most of the time, she searched for information by herself.

The girl is serious, and records carefully from beginning to end. If the lecturer mentions a certain set of exercises, she will write down the question number and practice with Tang Qingyi when she returns to the hotel.

On the morning of the official competition day, Tang Tang stood by the bed and put a mask on Tang Qingyi.

"Yang Xu is very fierce these days, and Tang Qing also wants to wear it." Her fingers were arranging the thin fabric.

Tang Qing was also sitting on the bed, with his head raised slightly, letting the girl move.

Tang Qingyi's eyebrows and eyes are outstanding, covering his mouth and nose, and making his eyes look like they have been carefully drawn with fine brushwork, not as cold as the real thing.

As if covered with thin ice, it was silent and quiet.

But she stared at the girl intently, with small waves flowing in her extremely black pupils, and a pair of eyes suddenly came alive.

"Tang Qingyi..." Tang Tang's fingertips touched Tang Qingyi's eyebrows, and slowly traced from the tip of the brow to the end of the eye.

The girl's expression is somewhat obsessed.

Tang Qingyi's eyelashes drooped slightly, she raised her hand, suddenly grabbed the girl's waist, and exerted a little force.

——Tangtang inevitably fell and sat on her lap.

She held the girl's face and kissed Tang Tang's lips through the mask.

Tang Qing also said in a soft voice, "Have you seen enough?"

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The competition questions were really not difficult. When I got into the bus on the return trip, my companions easily got the answers right, and most of them were in a good mood.

"This year's luck is really good, and they didn't make things difficult for us." One person said.

"It's just that multiple choices are too nerve-wracking. There are so many options that make people dizzy, and it takes a long time to read the questions."

"Haha, I don't care about so much! Three longs and one short, three shorts and one long... I rely on the formulas passed down by my ancestors to save my life."

"You still have the nerve to say that you have been sleeping during the training, and the reference materials are all wet with saliva, and the person next to me asked me if I could wake you up, saying that your snoring disturbed others' study."

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"Huh? Why don't Tang Qingyi and the others talk? It was hard to get close to them, but in this competition, they couldn't say a few words. They are too introverted..."

"Let me see... Both of them are asleep, let's talk softly."

In the afternoon, the sun lazily piled on the car window, making me sleepy.

Tang Tang leaned against Tang Qingyi's shoulder with her eyes closed, listening to the steady breathing.

Every breath will affect the slight rise and fall of the chest, which will be transmitted to Tang Tang's cheeks.

Such a small movement almost made a roar in her ears.

She was surrounded by Tang Qingyi's breath.

It makes her feel warmer than the sun.

Her thoughts were sinking downwards.

The sore and swollen greed and happiness that made her work hard to suppress it so that she could not reveal it stirred up in her heart, was pumped out, infiltrated the blood vessels, and the nerve endings curled up for it.

Tangtang's knuckles were embedded in Tang Qingyi's, and the side of the fingers was smooth and warm skin.

She resisted the urge to lick and kiss.

Holding hands is not enough.

Hugs too.