Woman 30: I regained my life after divorce

"What gift?" Song Qiang couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Yang smiled shyly, "As for me, I will give myself to you tonight."

When Zhao Yang said this, Song Qiang was so shocked that he was stunned and didn't dare to respond for a long time.

At the age of 20, he has never been in love, let alone experienced sexual intercourse.

As a young man, he spent countless nights tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Countless nights, he fantasized in his mind about living together with his beloved woman.

The scene that was once imagined is about to become a reality.

Song Qiang felt that every nerve in his body was shaking violently.

"Do you want it?"

Zhao Yang leaned into Song Qiang's arms and looked at him shyly.

"I...want to, I want to!"

Song Qiang looked down at Zhao Yang in his arms. Under the light of the street lamp, Zhao Yang's rosy face became somewhat charming.

Perhaps driven by hormones, Song Qiang felt that Zhao Yang also had a unique kind of beauty.

In fact, to put it in today's terms, Song Qiang was extremely hungry.

Looking at Zhao Yang's mouth with a slight mustache, Song Qiang lowered his head and gave him a deep kiss.

Two young men and women were kissing each other wildly under the street light.

Suddenly, Song Qiang's cell phone rang again.

The cell phone ringing sounded like a school bell, which made Zhao Yang feel annoyed.

"Turn it off, it's so annoying!"

"Let me see who hit me."

Song Qiang struggled to free up one hand and took out his cell phone.

"It's the instructor calling. It's over, it's over..."

The heat in Song Qiang's heart was suddenly covered up and he became anxious.

"What are you afraid of? Turn it off!"

Zhao Yang snatched Song Qiang's phone, took out the battery and put it in his pocket.

"Zhao Yang, you..."

"It's okay, don't be afraid! I turned off my phone too."

Zhao Yang also turned off his cell phone.

Then he took Song Qiang's arm and said with a smile: "Let's go~"

"Where to go?" Song Qiang was shrouded in the shadow of fear.

"Let's get a room!" Zhao Yang said happily.

"Book a room? What if there's a dormitory inspection..."

"Don't think too much. At worst, you won't study anymore. After you finish, you'll go home and inherit the business anyway. It doesn't matter."

It is because of this attitude that Zhao Yang is fearless about everything.

But Song Qiang was afraid. He had studied hard for twelve years. If he was expelled, he couldn't imagine how his parents would punish him.

"Oh, let's go~"

Zhao Yang took Song Qiang's hand and ran out of the school.

There are two commercial streets in front of the school. Besides the snack stalls being the most popular, the second most popular are the various hotels.

Whenever the lights come on, these hotels become a paradise for lovers.

Zhao Yang took a few casual glances, then took Song Qiang's hand and came to a chain hotel.

"Let's get a room with a king-size bed. The bigger the better!" Zhao Yang said carelessly.

Song Qiang kept his head down since he entered the door, fearing that he would be recognized by others.

"ID card," the receptionist said to the two of them.

Zhao Yang then lowered his head and searched inside his bag.

"Oh, I didn't bring my ID card. What about you?" Zhao Yang turned and asked Song Qiang.

Song Qiang shook his head gently, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Zhao Yang was immediately discouraged and wanted to run back to get her ID card. But she thought carefully that if she went back, Song Qiang would definitely not come out.

You can’t go back, you definitely can’t go back!

Thinking of this, Zhao Yang said to the receptionist in a flattering manner: "Sister, we are across from each other..."

The receptionist understood immediately and waved at the two people, "Room fee is 298, deposit is 100."

Song Qiang rubbed his hands awkwardly. Apart from the meal card, there was not a penny in his bag.

For Song Qiang, the money for renting the hotel is a month's living expenses.

Zhao Yang glanced at Song Qiang, covered her mouth and smiled slightly. She knew that Song Qiang didn't even have money to book a room.

She took out her bulging wallet, pulled out five large bills and handed them to the front desk.

"No need to look for it, thank you~"

The receptionist took the money and smiled happily.

"You're too polite. I'll give you the room card. If you need anything, just call me. I'll be there right after I get the call."

The receptionist was so excited that she was a little incoherent and handed the room card to Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang smiled faintly, took the room card, turned around and handed it to Song Qiang.

Song Qiang held the room card, lowered his head and followed Zhao Yang to the door of the private room upstairs.

This was the first time Song Qiang stayed in a hotel in 20 years. Even with the room card in his hand, he didn't even know how to open the door.

Zhao Yang covered his mouth and smiled, then took the room card from Song Qiang.

"I'll do it~"

With a click, the door opened.

A fragrant scent of lavender wafts over.

Zhao Yang casually placed the room card in the card slot at the door and turned on the light in the room.

A large red round bed was placed in the middle of the room. The huge crystal chandelier on the ceiling emitted a warm light, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.

A circle of colorful lights surrounding the head of the bed adds a touch of interest.

Song Qiang, who had never seen the world, was stunned.

A hotel that costs three hundred yuan is not considered high-end, but in Song Qiang's eyes, it is a luxurious palace.

"Don't stand there like an idiot, go take a shower~", Zhao Yang said to Song Qiang with a smile.

"I……"

Song Qiang was stunned for a moment, then turned sideways to look at the frosted glass of the bathroom.

My face turned red with shame in an instant.

"Hahaha, you're still shy!"

Zhao Yang laughed out loud, like a man.

Song Qiang, on the contrary, looks like a delicate young lady.

Looking at the shy Song Qiang, Zhao Yang smiled wickedly.

"How about we take a shower together?"

Song Qiang suddenly opened his eyes wide, his face turned red, and his Adam's apple rolled quickly a few times.

Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. He had seen a similar short film on his classmate's phone.

A wave of restlessness was rushing through his body, and the next second, he picked up the tall and strong Zhao Yang with both hands and rushed to the bathroom.

That night, Song Qiang got what he had always dreamed of: money and women.

A ray of early morning sunlight shone through the curtains onto Song Qiang's face, waking him up from his sleep.

He glanced at Zhao Yang who was sleeping soundly beside him, and his heart was filled with pride and excitement.

He finally succeeded in his identity transformation and was no longer the old virgin that his companions laughed at.

But when he saw Zhao Yang with disheveled hair and snoring, he felt deeply disgusted.

If he wasn't extremely hungry, he really wouldn't have the slightest sexual interest in this tomboy.

Zhao Yang, who was sleeping, felt someone seemed to be staring at her, and suddenly opened her eyes.

Both of them were startled at the same time.

"Hey you……"

Song Qiang moved back twice while holding the quilt.

"Why are you staring at me? You scared me," Zhao Yang said coquettishly.

"It's getting late and I have classes this morning!"

Without waiting for Zhao Yang to react, Song Qiang snatched the mobile phone from the bedside and installed the battery.

When he saw dozens of missed calls, Song Qiang panicked.

Zhao Yang opened his cell phone slowly and was immediately shocked.

"My dad...is here..."