Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

Song Lingge suddenly turned around.

Who else could be standing before her if not the one she had been longing for day and night, the one who had caused her so much heartache?

After hesitating for a while, I finally managed to ask, "Why did you get up?"

Qiao Nansheng was immediately amused, and the corners of his nose curved into beautiful nasolabial folds.

Song Lingge was stunned.

This wasn't the first time she had been captivated by Qiao Nansheng's good looks.

I never imagined that after being reborn and seeing the world, I would still be so easily swayed by beauty.

"Maybe it's telepathy. I suddenly couldn't sleep, so I got up to go for a run and saw you," Qiao Nansheng replied with a smile.

Damn, even her excuse is exactly the same.

Song Lingge's mind was in complete chaos, and she didn't know what to say.

I had so many questions to ask last night, but now I can't remember a single one.

Qiao Nansheng walked over, naturally took her hand, and said with a smile, "Want to take a walk together?"

The question was posed, yet it carried an unyielding firmness that left no room for refusal.

Before Song Lingge could answer, he pulled her along as they walked slowly through the summer morning.

This is an old residential area with a beautiful green environment. You can hear birds chirping and smell the fragrance of flowers from time to time.

Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng are also a beautiful sight to behold, a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

Song Lingge was wearing a pink casual outfit, while Qiao Nansheng was wearing a blue casual outfit in perfect harmony.

Pink and light blue, a super cute and refreshing color combination for couples.

The two walked quietly for a while. Song Lingge noticed that Qiao Nansheng's palms were slightly sweaty, which was completely different from his composed demeanor.

His palms were very warm.

To be honest, in the middle of summer, Song Lingge didn't want to hold his hand.

Sensing Song Lingge's slight rejection, Qiao Nansheng stopped, a hint of grievance on his face, and looked at Song Lingge indifferently.

He just stood there, without saying a word.

Help! Song Lingge felt her heart pounding wildly!

"Um, it's too hot. Look, I'm sweating." Song Lingge took the opportunity to pull her hand out and wave it in front of Qiao Nansheng.

Qiao Nansheng still looked at her with a resentful expression, as if he were a bitter woman about to be abandoned.

Song Lingge thought to herself, "Isn't this going to kill me?" She had been sulking with him just now, but seeing his expression now, it seemed like she was the one who had done something wrong.

Good-looking people get preferential treatment!

While complaining inwardly, Song Lingge put on a comforting and bright smile, and extended her little finger to hold Qiao Nansheng's finger, making a pinky promise.

"Is this okay? We can hold hands, but neither of us will sweat or feel hot."

Looking at her bright, smiling face, as radiant as an April garden, Qiao Nansheng gently pulled her into his arms.

Qiao Nansheng held Song Lingge tightly in his arms, burying his head deeply into her neck.

Song Lingge tilted her head slightly, and she felt as if she could feel Qiao Nansheng's tingling breath.

The two were so close that the slightest movement was easily noticed by the other.

Qiao Nansheng slightly raised his head and asked without any emotion, "Song Lingge, have you changed your mind?"

This stubborn and strong-willed boy, even though his heart was in turmoil, always maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

However, his words startled Song Lingge.

Could it be that her resentment towards him led him to make such a connection?

Uh... I was angry with him, but it didn't escalate to the point of breaking up or anything like that.

Song Lingge wanted to break free from this warm embrace and argue for herself.

But Qiao Nansheng held her tightly, not giving her a chance to leave.

Seeing that he wouldn't let go, Song Lingge gave up struggling and said helplessly, "Aren't you afraid that Professor Qin and the others will find out if you keep this up? We agreed to keep it a secret."

Qiao Nansheng visibly relaxed, and just when Song Lingge thought he was going to let go, he unexpectedly hugged her even tighter.

"Lingge, I don't want to keep it a secret anymore." Qiao Nansheng's voice trembled slightly.

In fact, Song Lingge also felt that there was no need to keep their relationship a secret anymore. At least almost everyone close to her knew about it, so there seemed to be no need to keep it a secret.

"it is good!"

The girl's clear and straightforward voice rang in his ears, and Qiao Nansheng raised his head in disbelief.

Looking into his sincere and pleading eyes, Song Lingge nodded again.

"To be honest, it's not fair to you. I was the one who asked you to keep it a secret, but I was the one who told your grandparents and your friends. It's like I'm the only one forcing you to keep it up," Song Lingge said.

Qiao Nansheng's face then regained its warm smile: "It's okay, I understand you."

Seizing on the loophole in his words, Song Lingge tilted her head and teased, "What? Don't you understand now?"

Qiao Nansheng hooked his little finger around hers again, as if making a pinky promise, and said as they walked, "I'm scared. I'm scared that you'll change your mind. I'm scared that I'll be kicked out before I even get a permanent position, so I desperately want to prove myself."

Song Lingge pouted and pretended to complain, "Do you really have that little confidence in me?"

Faced with her complaints, Qiao Nansheng stopped again, calmly looking at her without saying a word.

But those eyes clearly said, "What do you think?"

Song Lingge twisted her body to avoid his gaze and continued walking forward.

Qiao Nansheng cooperated and followed her.

"Why are you back so soon? Were you on vacation?" Song Lingge asked, puzzled.

Exchange students have busy schedules and short study periods, so why would Qiao Nansheng suddenly come back?

"I finished my studies ahead of schedule. Song Lingge hasn't called me for a long time. I was worried that if I came back any later, she wouldn't even let me into her house, so I quickly flew back."

Qiao Nansheng's tone was calm, but Song Lingge knew that he must have put in a lot of effort to complete his studies so quickly.

Thinking back to the times the two of them talked on the phone, Qiao Nansheng sometimes sounded tired and confused.

A pang of heartache rose in her heart. She had really shouldn't have sulked over such trivial matters.

What about the overall picture?

"So, this time you're back, you don't have to go out again?" Song Lingge's eyes sparkled.

Qiao Nansheng hesitated.

The star that had just risen vanished in an instant.

Qiao Nansheng gently ruffled her soft hair and said with a smile, "I can't guarantee that, because we'll definitely be going abroad someday. I'd love to travel the world with you and broaden our horizons!"

Upon hearing this, Song Lingge realized she had been tricked and threw a small punch at Qiao Nansheng.

Qiao Nansheng's large hand naturally grabbed her fist.

The affection between the young boy and girl secretly blossomed and spread endlessly.

"Cough-cough-"

Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng quickly separated their hands, maintaining an unnatural standing posture.