Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 773: About to Go Crazy

Salty and astringent.

It was real tears.

Tang Song's kiss lingered at the corner of her eye.

Her skin was as delicate as the finest mutton-fat white jade, trembling slightly under his lips.

Su Yu, as a whole, seemed to be gently pulled back to reality by something.

Not startled awake.

But slowly becoming clear-headed.

Her amber eyes finally refocused.

Her gaze pierced through the thin morning light, clearly seeing the face so close at hand.

She subconsciously bit her lower lip.

A sharp pain came, causing her body to tense up slightly.

She trembled as she raised her hand.

Her fingertip did not directly touch his face but hovered an inch in front of his nose.

Breath—

A warm stream of air rhythmically sprayed onto her slightly cool fingers.

It was hot.

Then, her palm slowly moved down and pressed against his left chest.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

Under her palm was a beating heart.

Steady, powerful, and fast.

The vibration frequency traveled along her arm to her entire body, gradually synchronizing with her own heartbeat.

It was alive.

Finally, her gaze fell on Tang Song's chin.

A very faint layer of blue-black stubble had emerged there.

Her fingertip gently scraped over it, bringing a prickly, rough sensation.

It was real.

Breath, heartbeat, stubble.

These trivial, real, rough details pieced together a complete, vivid Tang Song.

Not a dream.

Not an illusion woven from alcohol and longing.

Over the past few years, she had started drinking heavily, initially to numb her nerves, to get his attention this way.

But later, she began to indulge in that slightly intoxicated state.

Because only when drunk, in that half-dream, half-awake state, would she see the warm him.

"You... you saw my message?" she asked.

"I saw it." Tang Song slightly lowered his gaze. "But even if I hadn't seen it, I was originally planning to come to Paris today. I'm sorry, Su Yu. I will never let you talk to yourself alone again. Whenever you want, I'm here."

Su Yu's eyes instantly reddened, her body beginning to tremble uncontrollably and violently.

She was an extremely intelligent woman, even possessing an almost monstrous intuition.

Jin Meixiao had just finished her main event in New York, and he was here.

What did this mean?

It meant he had abandoned that extremely controlling woman and come straight to her.

In the itinerary he had previously set with Mo Xiangwan, it clearly stated he would appear before her on the 25th, her actual birthday.

But now it was the morning of the 22nd.

He was a full three days early.

This wasn't like the previous concert or the visit to the Modu film and television base.

Those two times, he was like executing a task, with clear beginnings and ends, never overstepping.

But this time, he broke the rules.

"Whenever you want, I'm here."

This sentence echoed in Su Yu's mind.

She didn't dare believe it, but greedily, she didn't dare disbelieve it either.

She looked at him, her eyes flashing with a nearly insane, morbid obsession.

She wanted confirmation.

Repeated confirmation.

"Now, reply to my WeChat."

Tang Song took out his phone, opened the chat dialog in front of her.

Pressed the voice message button, released it.

"I miss you so much, Su Yu."

A thick mist of water rose in Su Yu's eyes.

She sniffled, like a little girl confirming the ownership of candy, continuing to press.

"If I call you in the future, will you answer?"

"Yes."

"If I hold a concert and invite you, will you come?"

"Yes."

"If I get sick, will you feel sorry for me, cancel work, and stay to take care of me?"

"Yes."

"If I want to eat snacks, will you buy them for me?"

"Yes."

"If I'm unhappy, will you comfort me?"

"Yes."

Her speech became faster and faster, the things she asked about became more and more trivial, as if confirming something.

And as Tang Song gently replied, as his gaze changed.

The fear in Su Yu's eyes gradually dissipated.

Replaced by a flood of grievance and ecstasy.

"Tang Song!"

She exclaimed softly, throwing herself into his arms without regard for anything else,

Bursting into loud sobs.

She cried, rubbing her tear-streaked face against his clothes, then looked up again to see his eyes.

Repeating that name over and over: "Tang Song... Tang Song..."

Yes.

She finally confirmed it.

The him before her eyes was the real him.

She had finally pierced through that thick dimensional wall.

From a pre-set "female celebrity" who could only appear in specific storylines.

She became Su Yu, who could appear by his side anytime, anywhere.

No longer bound by the rules of the game.

Tang Song's eyes were full of heartache. He reached out, pulled a tissue from beside the coffee table, and gently wiped the tear stains from her face.

His gaze moved down, landing on the deep red wine stain at the collar of her silk nightgown. Against her snow-white skin, it looked particularly glaring, like a poignant, beautiful scar.

Tang Song's hand, through the tissue, gently wiped that area of skin.

The cool sensation gradually brought Su Yu back to her senses.

She looked down.

Her chest was a mess of wine stains, her hair tangled and disheveled, her robe wrinkled beyond recognition, and she was still surrounded by the faint scent of last night's hangover.

She abruptly stood up, her face pale. "Don't look at me... Tang Song... I drank a lot last night... I haven't washed up yet... I must look ugly and smell bad right now..."

For a Diva who always maintained perfection, letting Tang Song see her in this slovenly state was simply unacceptable.

"It's okay," Tang Song held her hand, placing a light kiss on her cheek. "You're beautiful right now, really."

Su Yu was a perfect [female celebrity] cultivated by the system, with passive skills like [Fresh Breath] and [Gentle Body Scent] layered on her. Even after a night of drinking, she wouldn't be too disheveled.

"No... I can't! I need to shower... I need to go now!"

Su Yu shook her head forcefully, the corners of her eyes reddening.

She stumbled as she turned, heading towards the master bedroom.

After a few steps, she suddenly stopped.

She looked back, her eyes churning with an almost fearful unease: "You won't leave, right?"

"You'll wait for me, right?"

Tang Song stood in the gradually brightening morning light and nodded. "I won't leave."

Su Yu bit her lower lip, as if feeling this promise wasn't secure enough.

She reached out, gently curling her fingertip towards him: "Come here."

Tang Song was slightly stunned but still obediently walked towards her.

Su Yu looked at him, her gaze flowing like water. "I want you to accompany me while I shower. I want to... be able to hear your voice at any time."

"Okay." He gently held her hand.

For the current female celebrity, no matter what request she made, he would find a way to fulfill it.

The two walked into the spacious, luxurious master bedroom.

Tang Song originally thought she just wanted him to wait outside the bathroom, accompanying her with conversation.

But the female celebrity didn't stop. She directly pulled him into the bathroom.

"Click—"

The door was locked from the inside.

The large bathroom was paved with Italian marble. A huge mirror reflected warm yellow light.

In the enclosed space, ambiguity rose silently like mist.

Su Yu stood before the mirror, quietly looking at Tang Song.

She didn't speak. Instead, she directly raised her hand and untied the sash of her robe.

The silky fabric slipped away like night, pooling at her feet.

Tang Song's breath hitched.

She wasn't naked. She still wore an extremely sheer set of underwear.

Half-concealed, half-revealed, it was more lethally tempting than complete nudity.

Her skin was like cold porcelain with a faint glow, her abdominal muscles clearly defined as if carved, her long legs straight and perfectly proportioned, full curves threatening to emerge from beneath the lace, the wine stain on her chest clinging to flawless snow-white skin...

This wasn't just beauty.

This was a destructive impact.

As if the goddess Venus had just awakened from a dream soaked in red wine, with holiness and depravity merging on her body into a breath-taking tension.

Su Yu slightly lifted her chin. Her stunningly beautiful face carried a hint of provocation and a hint of careful, pleading flattery.

"Does it look good?"

Tang Song felt his heart pounding heavily in his chest. His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice low and hoarse. "It looks good. So good I dare not breathe."

Hearing his answer, Su Yu finally smiled.

She smiled for the first time.

That smile was like a poppy blooming in the dark night—bright, unrestrained, carrying the power to destroy all rationality.

She turned around, barefoot on the cool stone floor, walking step by step towards the shower area.

It was a space enclosed by semi-transparent, frosted glass.

She pushed the door open and entered, not closing it completely but leaving a crack.

Tang Song stood outside, his gaze firmly locked on it.

A hazy silhouette moved slowly in the mist.

She raised her hand, unfastened the buttons of her top, letting it slide off.

Her fingertip hooked the thin side at her waist, removing the final concealment.

That body, worthy of being called a divine miracle, was completely exposed to the air.

The details couldn't be seen clearly, but precisely because of the blurriness, it was even more soul-stirring.

The shower turned on.

He saw water flow down her upturned neckline, trickle over the undulating curves, gather at the enticing angle of her waist, then wind down along her slender legs and curves...

Steam quickly rose, condensing into fine water droplets on the glass.

Light and shadow blurred all boundaries.

Leaving only flowing curves, moist glimmers, and floating shadows of foam.

She stretched her limbs in the steamy mist, like a slow, metaphor-filled dance.

This was the first time Tang Song so directly felt...

What it meant to be a born siren.

That was an enchantment carved into the bones, a charm flowing in the blood.

Even though he had just experienced Secretary Jin's baptism in New York.

At this moment, facing Su Yu separated by a layer of frosted glass,

Tang Song still felt his mouth dry and his heart racing wildly.

If Secretary Jin was the pinnacle of rationality, then Su Yu was the peak of sensuality.

In terms of pure physical allure, she was perfect, flawless.

She was merely standing there, taking a shower.

Yet she could easily pierce through a man's defenses, easily stir up humanity's most primitive, most insane possessiveness.

Inside the mist-filled shower area, that graceful silhouette slowly turned, facing the frosted glass.

As if seeing through it, looking at Tang Song standing outside.

The sound of water splashed loudly, but it didn't hinder their communication.

Su Yu's voice, mixed with steam, came out, carrying a uniquely muffled, lazy quality from showering.

She spoke, asking only the simplest daily questions.

Like what he had eaten recently, what book he was reading, and the latest clothing designs from Songmei Apparel.

An unknown amount of time passed.

The water sound suddenly stopped.

The bathroom fell into silence, with only the undispersed steam silently churning under the light.

A moment later, the frosted glass door was gently pushed open.

A large mass of warm white mist surged out like clouds, bringing a damp warmth to his face.

Su Yu walked out.

She only wore a large white bath towel, barely covering her chest and the top of her thighs.

Her wet long hair cascaded over her shoulders. Water droplets from the ends slid down her swan-like neck, flowed over her delicate collarbones, and quietly disappeared into the depths of the towel.

Her skin, soaked in hot water, showed a faint pink, like a peeled lychee—delicate, glossy, even revealing faint blue-green blood vessel patterns beneath.

A damp, warm, fragrant bodily scent directly assaulted Tang Song.

She walked up to him, lifting her face.

Those amber eyes, misted by the steam, shimmered with watery light. Seductive charm spread from the depths of her eyes to the corners.

Her gaze was like silk, silently winding around him.

Tang Song's breath deepened. He couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her.

Su Yu suddenly reached out, her fingertip lightly pressing against his lips.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

She turned and walked to the sink, facing the huge mirror.

Her brushing movements were leisurely. Foam overflowed at the corners of her lips. Every gesture oozed lazy sensuality.

After rinsing her mouth, she looked up, gazing at Tang Song behind her through the mirror.

"My hair is so wet, it's uncomfortable."

"I'll help you blow-dry it."

Tang Song took a deep breath and picked up the hairdryer.

Su Yu smiled gently and shifted half a step to the side.

"Whoosh—"

Warm air surged out.

Tang Song stood behind her, one hand holding the dryer, the other hand's fingers delving into her thick, black hair, gently tousling it.

Su Yu closed her eyes comfortably, her hands resting on the marble countertop, her body leaning back slightly, almost completely nestling into his embrace.

His fingers passed through her hair, occasionally inadvertently brushing past her earlobe, the back of her neck.

Every touch made her body tremble slightly, a low, soft moan escaping her lips.

Sexy and clear.

When her hair was half-dry,

Tang Song turned off the dryer.

The world suddenly became quiet.

He put down the hairdryer, but his hands didn't leave. They slid down along her hair, gently landing on her round, smooth shoulders.

He lowered his head, his warm lips imprinting on the back of her neck, still damp.

Su Yu let out a low hum and suddenly turned around.

Rising on her toes, she kissed him.

This time, there was no probing, no confusion.

This was a kiss full of initiative and aggression.

Giving him no room to retreat.

Her fingers caressed his neck, stroking the pulsing artery at his neck, sometimes pressing firmly, sometimes lightly scraping over his Adam's apple.

Her other hand slipped into the hair at the back of his head, her fingers threading through, tightening.

Tang Song's heart pounded like a drum.

Su Yu was simply too strong.

This was the first time he experienced a kiss like this.

Her fingertips seemed to carry an electric current. Wherever they passed, his skin broke out in fine goosebumps.

Just a kiss made Tang Song feel a sense of losing control.

The mirror was covered with a layer of undispersed mist, reflecting their overlapping figures.

Tang Song groaned, his hand involuntarily supporting her waist.

Her waist was delicate and warm, twisting slightly in his palm like a silent urging and provocation.

The air became thin and scalding.

After a moment,

Su Yu suddenly released him, her body swaying slightly as she gave a light cough.

Tang Song instantly snapped back from the dazed haze of desire.

He looked down at her.

Although her expression was still charming, that flushed face revealed an undeniable exhaustion.

After all, she hadn't sobered up from last night's drinking, had experienced the emotional rollercoaster of extreme sorrow and joy, and had just been active in the bathroom for so long.

She was probably truly tired.

Tang Song took a deep breath, suppressing the restless, wicked fire in his heart.

Gently smoothing her hair, his voice returned to its gentle tone. "Let's have breakfast first. It's almost 8 o'clock."

Hearing this, Su Yu's eyes, still holding a misty quality, trembled.

She nodded obediently. "Mm."

Eating breakfast on time.

This was something he had said to her many years ago, during their first encounter.

Since then, during all those long periods without him, no matter how rushed her schedule, how exhausting her commitments, or how poor her appetite, she would force herself to eat breakfast on time.

As if only in this way could she feel he was still there, managing her.

...

By the time Su Yu changed into comfortable loungewear and returned to the living room,

Two more people had appeared in the apartment.

Cheng Xiaoxi stood nervously by the dining table. On the table were several exquisite Chinese breakfast dishes and a few plates of refreshing side dishes.

Clearly prepared in advance.

Qiuqiu stood to the side, somewhat awkwardly looking down.

Seeing Su Yu come out, Cheng Xiaoxi immediately went up to her. "Sister Yu, President Tang. Qiuqiu kept telling me she wanted to try some special local Parisian food. I'll just take her out for breakfast and also show her the venue setup for tomorrow's birthday party, so she can familiarize herself with the environment in advance."

The corner of Su Yu's eye lifted slightly, revealing a trace of satisfied smile. "Go ahead."

Cheng Xiaoxi said nothing more, grabbed Qiuqiu who still wanted to say something, and quickly disappeared.

In the apartment, only the two of them remained.

They sat facing each other at the dining table.

Outside the window was Paris's gloomy sky. Inside, steam rose from the porridge.

While drinking porridge, they continued the topics they hadn't finished discussing in the bathroom.

About books, about movies, about trivial daily life.

The atmosphere was warm and peaceful, giving an illusion of serene, beautiful days.

However, as they ate, Tang Song sensed something was wrong.

Su Yu ate very slowly. The hand holding the spoon was somewhat weak.

Her gaze began to glaze over, her reactions becoming sluggish.

Most crucially, the blush on her cheeks grew increasingly vivid, as if burning.

Tang Song frowned, putting down his spoon.

"Su Yu?"

He called softly. Without waiting for her response, he leaned over, reaching out to press his hand against her fore