CHAPTER 1275: CHAPTER 479: TURMOIL OF THE HEART (4)

Various enticing scents drifted through the air.

Every stall was crowded with people; the calls of sellers, bursts of laughter rose and fell, lively yet not chaotic, instead filled with the breath of everyday life.

Tang Song held Qian Lele’s hand, stepping cheerfully through the crowd.

The two would sometimes stop at a stall to select some trinkets and sometimes venture into a small street shop for some quiet.

Tonight, Qian Lele seemed especially joyful, even buying some hair ties, socks, hairpins, and similar items.

Unfortunately, Sister Wen’s stall wasn’t open today.

Tang Song bought a cumin sesame flavored starch sausage at another stall and shared it with Qian Lele.

The two strolled around the night market for a whole two hours, only slowing their pace once they walked out of the pedestrian street.

Then, they wandered into the normal university’s small woodland, strolling along the winding paths.

It was almost ten at night when they returned to the dormitory building.

The chill of the autumn night grew increasingly intense, the breeze bringing a hint of coldness.

"Rest early; we have classes tomorrow," Tang Song handed her the plastic bag he was carrying.

Qian Lele nodded, "Brother, be careful on the way; stay safe."

Her voice was light and warm, and the term "brother" sounded particularly pleasant.

Tang Song’s lips curled into a faint smile, his body leaning slightly forward, eyes bright as he looked at her: "Call me that again."

"Ah..." Qian Lele paused, not understanding his intention.

"I mean the address," Tang Song added, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Qian Lele’s cheeks reddened, and she whispered, "Brother... brother..."

"Alright, sister, goodbye then. Go back and sleep early. I’ll come find you again when I have time. Of course, if you’re willing, you can always come find me."

Before finishing his words, Tang Song gently embraced Cinderella’s soft body and kissed her on her blushing cheek.

The mix of shampoo, skincare products, and the fragrance of a girl filled his nostrils, fresh and sweet.

Qian Lele stood frozen on the spot, her heart pounding like a drum, as if the very ground beneath her feet had turned soft.

...

"What’s going on, Lele? I heard you went on a date?"

"Come on, tell us who the guy is? Is he from our school?"

"It’s really hard to imagine such a pure and lovely girl like Lele actually went on a date."

"Do you have a picture? Let us see!"

Just as Qian Lele pushed open the door to dorm room 201, several senior girls immediately surrounded her, bombarding her with questions.

Qian Lele hurriedly and bashfully denied a few times, grabbed a washbasin, and quickly hid in the bathroom.

As she closed the door, she let out a long breath, starting her routine of using the bathroom and washing up.

She tiptoed her way up to her upper bunk, drew the curtain, and isolated herself from the outside world.

Qian Lele took out a delicate makeup bag from the bedside, unzipping it to reveal several skincare samples, somewhat clumsily starting her skincare routine.

Toner, eye cream, face cream.

These items, including the makeup bag, were gifts from her friend Qianqian.

She said these were samples from beauty salons, free of charge.

She had specifically checked; although they were just samples, each of them was quite costly, and she hadn’t dared to use them before.

Last time, she gave kimchi to Qianqian without hesitation as a way to show gratitude for these gifts.

After a simple skincare routine, she hugged her adorable Husky plush and sat dazedly against the wall.

Her fingers gently touched the cheek that had been kissed, where Tang Song’s lips seemed to have left behind some warmth.

The scenes of tonight replayed before her eyes like a movie.

The dorm lights had gone out at some point, and the laughter amongst the senior girls grew quieter.

The night silently stretched, thoughts spreading freely.

Qian Lele lay in bed, silently experiencing the chaos of a solitary mind.