Chapter 1274: Chapter 479: Turmoil of War (Part 3)

Pulling the dormitory curtains shut, she quickly took off her thermal shirt and started changing clothes.

Just now, being with Tang Song, she felt very self-conscious because of her casual attire.

However, she really didn’t have any impressive autumn clothes; this outfit was the only decent one because she sometimes had to attend meetings at the Glimmer Coffee headquarters, so she specially bought it from the store.

Watching her roommate rushing around, Wu Siqi’s eyes sparkled with gossip as she sat up on the bed, surprised, asking, “Lele, are you going on a date with a guy?”

“Ah!” Qian Lele let out a small cry, her cheeks instantly blushing, “I…just going for a stroll…”

She stammered, not even sure what she was saying.

Wu Siqi clicked her tongue, “Looks like I guessed it right. Sigh, what’s the benefit of dating? It’s only been 20 days since the term started—Jingrong already has a boyfriend, and now even a pure girl like you is caught up in it.”

Hearing the word “dating,” Qian Lele’s body trembled, hastily denying, “No, it’s not what you think, just friends.”

“Alright, alright, just friends! Haha—” Wu Siqi laughed, then turned worriedly, “Sigh, forget it, I won’t worry about you guys anymore. My own matters are a mess.”

Qian Lele asked softly, “Siqi, haven’t you found an internship yet?”

“Not yet.” Wu Siqi sighed, “It’s too hard to find a decent place. The few interviews I’ve had weren’t suitable.”

“You’ll find a suitable one, take your time.” Qian Lele offered some comfort but didn’t say much more.

Teacher Jiang had especially helped her change dorms to give her a better environment.

But other than her, everyone else was in their fourth year, facing the pressure of graduate school or employment.

Of course, these senior girls were very nice, and the atmosphere was much better than before.

After putting on her shirt, she untied her ponytail and quickly and carefully combed her hair.

Qian Lele looked at herself in the mirror, pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally took out the Chanel lipstick hidden in the inner pocket of her backpack.

She carefully applied it to her lips.

Since she had never worn makeup before, her actions seemed clumsy and awkward.

After finishing, Qian Lele picked up her phone, said goodbye to Wu Siqi, and quickly walked out.

As she neared the dormitory door, she slowed her pace, nervously touching her lipstick in the reflection of the glass mirror.

Stepping out of the dormitory building and seeing Tang Song’s figure in an instant, her heartbeat began to uncontrollably accelerate.

He was standing on the curb, looking down at his phone.

His suit jacket was casually draped over his arm, and under the dim streetlight, his figure appeared exceptionally tall and exuded a mature yet warm aura.

Qian Lele took a deep breath and moved closer to him.

Noticing the movement, Tang Song lifted his head and turned to look at her.

His face broke into a gentle smile, “Changed your clothes? You look so beautiful.”

A simple white shirt lightly hugged her body, outlining a graceful silhouette.

The collar slightly opened, accentuating her slender neck and delicate face.

Jeans tightly wrapped around her long legs, with smooth lines showcasing her youthful energy.

A unique charm of a female university student lingered around her.

Feeling a bit embarrassed by his gaze, Qian Lele’s cheeks became flushed again.

“Well… I was dressed a bit too casually earlier, so I changed to something a bit more formal.” She lowered her head, her voice so soft it almost blended into the night.

Tang Song took a few steps closer, gently smoothing her thick hair, his actions natural and affectionate, “You look great, it suits you very well.”

He spoke sincerely, and a flash of uncontrollable joy appeared in Qian Lele’s eyes, finally easing her nervous heart.

No girl doesn’t like to be beautiful, and she was no exception.

“Thank you, brother.” She mustered up the courage to steal a glance at him, finding his gaze still fixated on her, she quickly lowered her head, her heart racing, not daring to look at him again.

“Let’s go, shall we check out the night market on the pedestrian street?”

“Mm!” Qian Lele nodded vigorously, following beside him, trying hard to calm her excitement.

Just then, her left hand was suddenly enveloped by a warm touch.

Qian Lele’s gaze moved downward, seeing Tang Song’s long, slender hand.

Her body shook violently, instinctively wanting to pull away.

This wasn’t because she rejected him, but because of her insecurity.

Having worked part-time often, her palms weren’t soft and white, but rather a bit rough, the knuckles slightly deformed from long hours of typing and using tools.

She feared such a touch would make Tang Song uncomfortable and feared even more that he might be disappointed in her because of it.

Sensing her subtle stiffness, Tang Song slightly turned his head, tightened his fingers a bit, holding her hand more firmly.

Qian Lele bit her lip, stopped resisting, her heartbeat getting faster and faster.

The campus at night wasn’t quiet, filled with the sound of conversations, laughter, and shouts… endlessly.

But her ears seemed to shut out all the noisy sounds.

Only the rustling sound of the wind sweeping through the leaves and her own heartbeat gently echoed in the air.

…

The night market on the pedestrian street was like a dazzling river of stars, with lights sprinkled throughout, reflecting the bustling crowds and lively scenes.

The combination of the university’s start of the semester and the pleasant autumn weather made the entire night market burst with unparalleled vitality and energy.

The scent of cumin from the barbecue stalls, the sweetness of roasted chestnuts, the strong aroma from the spicy hotpot base…