"Brother Song is so generous!" Li Jingrong immediately stood up, pulled Zhang Minghua’s arm, and said, "Uh... we’re almost out of fruit, dear, let’s go to the bar and get some."

"Alright, alright."

...

VIP seats on the second floor.

Crisp was almost lying on the railing the entire time, her eyes shining as she stared excitedly downstairs, her body trembling slightly with excitement.

It was like watching the premiere of an immersive interactive movie that she had been eagerly anticipating.

After a moment.

She suddenly turned around, "Sister Qingqing, this... this plot today, I think I saw you mention it in the group chat. It’s amazing! It’s exactly like you described! That warm-hearted alumnus vibe, it’s on par with a domineering CEO!"

"It’s alright." Xu Qing took a sip of her drink, maintaining an elegant posture.

"Do you think he might be doing all this to provoke you, like you said before, deliberately?" Crisp’s tone was filled with tension.

Xu Qing’s dark eyes flickered, and she said lightly, "Maybe, huh, childish."

"Sister Qingqing, what do you plan to do next?"

Xu Qing waved her hand, "No need to do anything, just let him be."

"Oh, oh!" Crisp nodded vigorously, feeling enlightened!

Sister Qing is planning to advance by retreating! Playing hard to get!

She’s giving the ’second male lead’ space to realize the reality on his own.

Maybe by tonight, he’ll regret it and come running to Sister Qingqing’s doorstep to beg.

At night, he might even cry and admit his mistakes, kneeling on a keyboard.

Xu Qing looked at her as if she had an epiphany, and smiled mysteriously.

"Ding-dong—" the WeChat notification sounded.

[Jing: "Qingqing, I’m going to check out the birthday venue at the hotel tomorrow, do you want to join me! I’ll introduce you to a few good friends!"]

Xu Qing twitched the corner of her mouth and replied, "No, no, I have something to do tomorrow."

[Jing: "You better come on Sunday! We agreed on this, if you don’t, I’ll sneak into your bed at night, hehe."]

[Jing: Foolish Woman (emoticon)]

Xu Qing was so startled, she almost threw her phone away.

A scene immediately flashed in her mind:

Just went to bed at night, and Jing sneaked under the covers.

Then she pinned her to the bed, sinisterly pulling out: belt, candle, tail, ball gag...

o(>﹏

Xu Qing quickly replied, "Got it."

Putting down the phone, Xu Qing suddenly felt a bit nervous and lost the mood to play here anymore.

It’s not just because of Jing’s upcoming birthday party.

Also... when Tang Song smacked her on the butt, to put on a show in front of Crisp, she was forced to sign many humiliating "unequal treaties."

For instance, tonight, she’d have to wear that shameless maid outfit and obediently wait for him to come back home.

Cosplay as a little maid.

She’d have to wash his feet, massage his legs, and even... wear that little bell and fluffy tail that jingle with a "tinkle tinkle."

Yanyan isn’t home today, hopefully, he won’t go overboard with her.

At that moment, she’d be helpless, unable to call for help.

Thinking of this made her legs feel a bit weak, and her face uncontrollably blushed.

...

9:50 in the evening.

The taxi slowly stopped outside the South Gate of Yan City Normal University.

The three of them got out of the car.

Wu Siqi waved vigorously, "Goodbye, Brother Song! Bye-bye, Lele! I have something to do, so I’ll head back to the dorm first. You two take your time, don’t rush, bye-bye!"

After saying this, she headed straight towards the dormitory.

Outside the gate, only Tang Song and Qian Lele were left.

Tang Song turned his head and looked at the blushing Cinderella standing beside him.

He softly said, "I haven’t been to the normal university in a long time. If you’re not in a hurry, how about taking a walk with me?"

Qian Lele looked up at him, nodded gently.

The chill of a late autumn night was heavy.

The temperature was only three or four degrees.

The two of them walked side by side along the quiet campus path, the streetlights casting their long shadows, which gently overlapped under the next light.

Because they had drunk some wine, there was still a trace of warmth lingering, keeping the cold at bay.

Qian Lele’s face always wore a silly smile, one she wasn’t even aware of.

Her tolerance for alcohol was really poor; ordinarily, even one bottle of RIO could leave her light-headed.

Tonight, the atmosphere was so good that she drank a lot, and now she was a little drunk.

The whole world in her eyes seemed to be covered with a soft, warm filter, making it feel slightly unreal.

They walked quietly together on the campus, occasionally chatting.

About the renovation of a certain teaching building, about a newly opened milk tea shop on the pedestrian street...

Sometimes, Tang Song would stop in front of a set of pull-up bars and do a couple of pull-ups with ease; sometimes he would jump up and pluck a dried leaf hanging on a branch and playfully tuck it into Qian Lele’s hair; sometimes they’d sit on a wooden bench along a wooded path...

The two of them joked and laughed, their laughter carrying far into the quiet night.

Being with someone as innocent as Qian Lele made Tang Song feel much younger, as if he had returned to university life.

More than half an hour later.

They finally arrived at the girls’ dormitory building.

At this time, the dorm was about to close, and there were few people around.

Tang Song stood under the dim streetlight.

The desolate autumn wind seemed to form his backdrop, accentuating the gentle yet slightly lazy artistic aura around him to its fullest.

Qian Lele looked at him, slightly lost in thought.

The autumn wind blew, swirling the fallen leaves on the ground, and messed up the strands of hair on Qian Lele’s forehead.