Snuggle a bit?

It was Lin Wanqiu's first time hearing this term, and she asked confusedly, "Snuggle what?"

From her tone, it seemed she didn't really understand what exactly Song Guanchao meant by snuggling.

Song Guanchao felt a bit awkward, how should he explain this?

After hesitating for a long time, he suddenly straightened up, Xiao Song snuggled against the fabric, rubbing a bit: "Like this."

Lin Wanqiu shivered at first, then froze for two seconds, and finally understood what he meant, bashfully saying, "No!"

Song Guanchao felt a toothache, knowing she couldn't accept it, so he silently backed up to keep a distance: "Alright then."

Lin Wanqiu's mind was in chaos, she hadn't thought the snuggling Song Guanchao mentioned was that kind of snuggling.

But feeling Song Guanchao keeping his distance and hearing his somewhat disappointed tone, Lin Wanqiu felt a bit guilty.

Would her rejection make him think she was avoiding him?

Hesitant and conflicted, Lin Wanqiu said, "Only allowed to snuggle a bit."

These words instantly reignited Song Guanchao's hope: "Mm, I promise just to snuggle! Definitely nothing else!"

"Mhm." Lin Wanqiu said, "I'm going to sleep."

Song Guanchao chuckled inwardly, snuggling back up to her.

His movements were gentle and careful.

Pressing his waist, leaning against her big bottom, he found the gap, then slowly eased in.

Her body had already responded, the slippery channel welcoming Xiao Song's arrival, relying on each other, fitting perfectly.

Song Guanchao held still, first gently exploring.

He pulled apart the strap, his big hands slipping inside.

Lin Wanqiu's body was slender, Song Guanchao felt his big hands, when spread, were wider than her body.

His hands climbed up, and without any resistance, he grasped her tender skin, and the yet-to-sleep Lin Wanqiu responded.

Song Guanchao didn't use much force, gently caressing, his hand just big enough to encompass a tender breast.

As he felt her, two little cherries quietly stood up, Song Guanchao pinched them lightly with his thumb and forefinger, gently rubbing.

Lin Wanqiu had been able to control her body's reaction, but this rubbing made the sensation multiply, her waist and abdomen twitching.

Song Guanchao felt her below was already wet with arousal.

While one hand rubbed, the other grabbed her bottom, his waist gently pressing, grinding.

Lin Wanqiu bit her lip tightly, feeling like Song Guanchao was about to play her body into a mess.

"Mmm~"

Song Guanchao suddenly increased the pressure with his hand, his movement speed escalating, almost pushing Xiao Song's head in several times.

That stretched moment almost made her lose her composure.

"Ah!"

Song Guanchao's low, panting breaths echoed beside her ear, his touches suddenly halted.

Song Guanchao was like an old ox after labor, motionless.

After resting for a moment, Song Guanchao slowly withdrew his hand, pulling away.

Lin Wanqiu felt her thigh sticky, knowing what it was.

"You little pervert."

She mumbled softly, retrieved a new pair of panties from her bag, and ran into the bathroom.

When she returned, she slipped under the covers, saying, "No more messing around, I'm going to sleep."

"Mm-hmm."

Song Guanchao snuggled up, holding her.

One hand lay on her belly, but didn't cause any more trouble.

Feeling his body warmth, Lin Wanqiu's face blossomed into a sweet smile.

She had heard from friends that after her boyfriend finished, he wouldn't touch her, treating her like a tool for relief.

Not long after, her friend broke up with that boyfriend.

She thought Song Guanchao would do the same.

But he didn't; he may have vented his desires, but he still held her.

Gradually falling into dreamland, Lin Wanqiu had a sweet dream.

...

Lin Wanqiu opened her eyes, greeted by the warm sunshine.

She slowly turned her head, wanting to see Song Guanchao's sleeping face.

But as she turned, she found Song Guanchao looking at her with open eyes.

Both stared at each other wide-eyed.

"Since you're awake, why not get up?"

"Let's snuggle a bit more before getting up."

Lin Wanqiu cutely wrinkled her nose, the curve of her lips revealing her inner joy.

"Had enough snuggling?"

"Not yet."

Song Guanchao grasped her soft chest.

"Pervert."

"Hehe."

Song Guanchao then grabbed her bottom.

"Stop touching, hurry and get up, after breakfast I'll take you to the Forbidden City."

"Alright."

Only then did Song Guanchao release her.

After tidying up, Lin Wanqiu took out an elegant blue dress.

Her long hair looking very gentle.

After breakfast, they got in the car heading to the Forbidden City.

"Make sure the pictures look good."

"Gosh, not good at all, you even made my face look big."

"Take them from the side, shoot from the side!"

"Oh, this is so frustrating, you don't even know how to take pictures."

Like a couple in love, Song Guanchao played the role of a relentless photo-taking machine.

None of the photos could satisfy Lin Wanqiu.

Whenever she puffed her cheeks in frustration, Song Guanchao would take the chance to pinch her chubby cheeks.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening.

Lin Wanqiu held his hand, searching alleys for foodie spots known only to locals.

"This place's stir-fried liver and crispy buns are especially delicious."

"Oh no, we're late again, more queues."

Lin Wanqiu twisted her ankle, saying, "My feet are so sore."

Song Guanchao suddenly squatted down, patting his thigh, saying, "Come, have a seat."

Lin Wanqiu pretended to be reserved: "Since you're so sincere, I'll reluctantly sit then."

She gently smoothed her dress down along her sides and elegantly sat on his thigh.

One thigh felt a bit unstable for sitting, so she had to wrap her arms around Song Guanchao's neck.

"Am I heavy?"

"Not at all," Song Guanchao said, "It's just not the right place, or I would've carried you."

"You wish to carry me, dream on."

The two flirted, laughing and teasing when suddenly a surprised voice called out beside them: "Wanqiu?"

They looked up to see a man and a woman standing nearby.

The woman exclaimed in delight: "It really is you!"

Lin Wanqiu quickly stood up from the ground: "Ah Ya, what are you doing here?"

"I'm on a trip to Yanjing with my boyfriend," Ah Ya linked arms with the man next to her, "This is my boyfriend, Zhang Le."

She glanced at Song Guanchao, saying, "Wanqiu, aren't you going to introduce us?"

"This is my, my..." Lin Wanqiu suddenly didn't know how to introduce him.

Song Guanchao reached out his hand, saying, "I'm Song Guanchao, Wanqiu's boyfriend."

"Xu Ya, Wanqiu's college classmate." Xu Ya shook his hand.

Then Song Guanchao shook hands with her boyfriend too.

Xu Ya asked, "Is this place good? I see so many people queuing."

"It's really delicious, locals all love eating here."

"Then thanks to you guys, we won't have to requeue at the back."

Xu Ya linked arms with Lin Wanqiu, saying, "I heard you're already engaged?"

Lin Wanqiu glanced at Song Guanchao, whispering, "Not yet."

"Did I remember wrong?" Xu Ya looked puzzled but didn't dwell too much on it.

During dinner, the two girls who hadn't seen each other in a long time had a joyful chat.

After the meal, Xu Ya didn't continue following them, after all, she was specifically on a trip with her boyfriend, having their time together.

After parting, Song Guanchao said, "Your friend and her boyfriend seem nice."

"Mm, she's got a great personality, we shared a dorm back in college."

Lin Wanqiu chatted casually, her mind replaying Song Guanchao's earlier introduction, "I'm Wanqiu's boyfriend."

Even though she knew he said it to help out, hearing it from him still made her happy.

On the way back to the hotel, passing by a convenience store, Lin Wanqiu suddenly said, "I feel like drinking."

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