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Chapter 699: Chapter 329 Jing! You’re such a pervert!_2

The air was filled with a strong scent of hormones.

Qian Lele watched for a while, feeling her heart race, and then blushed and looked away.

In her heart, she truly admired Tang Song.

During these ten or so days here, he persisted in exercising every morning and evening, maintained an extremely regular diet and schedule, and spent the rest of his time studying, never slacking off for even a moment.

His knowledge was vast; whatever questions she had, he could always provide precise answers.

It could be said that Tang Song was the most hardworking, active, and dedicated person she had met over the years.

He was full of endless energy and passion, deeply inspiring her.

Life was indeed tough, filled with various troubles, but the future held endless possibilities and hope.

“Good morning, Brother Song.” Qian Lele smiled brightly and waved gently.

Tang Song paused in his movements, “Good morning, Lele. It’s raining so heavily today, are you still going to work at the coffee shop?”

“Yes, I have to.” Qian Lele nodded, “Last night, Sister Zhao, the baker, said she wasn’t feeling well and would be taking the day off, so I must go.”

Actually, she knew that Sister Zhao, being a clever person, was aware of today’s heavy rain and hence said that.

Moreover, her residence was nearby, so she felt it was her duty.

Standing on the balcony, the two chatted about everyday matters accompanied by the sound of rain, and then Qian Lele hummed a tune as she headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Since the day she learned that Tang Song ate steamed buns with spicy strips, she had voluntarily taken on the responsibility of cooking breakfast and dinner.

Ingredients mainly came from the coffee shop, like bread and cakes, and clearance fruits and vegetables bought from the supermarket.

She had been very sensible since childhood, often helping her parents clean and cook.

These experiences gave her a decent foundation in pastry-making, enabling her to handle the part-time baking job.

After a delicious and healthy breakfast.

Qian Lele cleaned the kitchen, washed her face, and sat in front of the mirror to comb her hair. She hesitated for a moment, then took out her lipstick and clumsily applied it.

She admired herself in the mirror for a while, and then, blushing, she walked outside.

Picking up her umbrella, Qian Lele knocked on the master bedroom door and softly said, “Brother Song, I’m going to work now, bye-bye.”

She was about to turn and leave.

The master bedroom door suddenly opened, and Tang Song stepped out.

He pointed to the dark sky outside, the “pitter-patter” of the storm, and smiled warmly, “The weather is really bad now, it’s not very safe on the road, let me take you.”

He had just used “Special Vision” to check the outside weather.

The typhoon circulation was passing through, with the maximum hourly rainfall exceeding 70 millimeters, causing severe waterlogging on the roads.

It would be quite challenging for Qian Lele to go to work in the storm.

Hearing Tang Song’s words, Qian Lele gripped her umbrella tightly, feeling a bit flustered.

She knew Tang Song’s schedule, he would be deeply immersed in his studies by this time, and she hadn’t expected that he would still be worried about her.

“Uh, it’s okay, Brother Song, I can manage. I’ve encountered this before…”

“Let’s go, Lele.” Tang Song interrupted her with a gentle laugh, walked directly to the entrance, took a large black umbrella from the hook, and casually opened the door.

Qian Lele pursed her lips, lowered her head, and quickly followed.

The elevator slowly descended, casting soft light.

Seeing Tang Song’s tall and upright profile, Qian Lele’s cheeks tinged with red.

Then, in a clear voice, she said, “Thank you, Brother Song, sorry for the trouble.”

“Don’t mention it.” Tang Song turned his head slightly and flashed her a handsome smile.

…

The sky was pressed low by heavy clouds, large raindrops incessantly pounding down.

The entire world seemed shrouded in a curtain of rain, distant skyscrapers appeared vague, as if they were part of a distant ink painting.

Rain sounds filled the ears, “pitter-patter”.

The ground was covered with pooled rainwater, making walking particularly slow.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder through the storm, stepping carefully.

As they exited the community gate.

Qian Lele looked at the street that had turned into a river, about to suggest Tang Song return.

A black sedan suddenly drove by, splashing a white mist of water toward them.

Qian Lele instinctively shielded herself with the umbrella, then felt a warm hand on her waist, pulling her back a considerable distance, just dodging the water mist.

Qian Lele looked up and saw Tang Song standing behind her.

His hair was dampened by the rain yet remained neatly draped on his forehead, his deep eyes beneath the sword-like eyebrows emanating calm and composure.

His arm muscles were slightly tensed, striving to steady the umbrella.

Then the warmth at her waist left.

Tang Song asked with concern, “Are you okay, Lele?”

“I’m… I’m fine.” Qian Lele lowered her head in a fluster, “Thank you, Brother Song.”

“Come with me.” Tang Song smiled and patted her rain-soaked shoulder, pointing to the spot by the roadside.

Qian Lele squeezed her clothes, blushing, and followed.

As they stood by the roadside.

An Audi A4L with its hazard lights on slowly approached and stopped steadily.

Tang Song directly opened the back door, “Get in the car. It’s over a kilometer to Glimmer Coffee, walking there you’ll probably be soaked.”

Qian Lele hesitated, wanting to say something, but ended up lowering her head.

A soft “mm” escaped her lips.

Tang Song laughed and pulled her arm, holding his umbrella high to shield them both.

Quickly retracting her umbrella, Qian Lele looked at Tang Song’s handsome face, pursed her lips, said “thank you,” and hurried into the back seat of the car.