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Chapter 1288: Chapter 483: Tipsy, Pinky Swear, The Legendary Jin Meixiao

She had hardly ever been to bars or nightclubs, at most just having a beer with friends.

Tang Song glanced over the drink menu and smiled at the waiter beside him, saying, ”Please bring my beloved a Mojito.”

His voice was magnetic, laced with a hint of melody, very pleasant to the ear.

Gao Mengting’s hand tightened, her eyes a bit flustered, ”Hey, what are you doing, be serious, okay?”

She clearly felt that Tang Song was more relaxed and assertive compared to his demeanor in Yan City.

Though she didn’t reject it at all and even felt a bit delighted, she tried to maintain her composure.

Tang Song chuckled and ordered a whiskey on the rocks for himself.

After the waiter left, he finally turned his bright gaze to his partner, ”I think I’m being very proper.”

Gao Mengting averted her eyes slightly, her cheeks flushed as she said, ”Then who was it that just slapped my... butt?”

Tang Song wagged his finger, seriously saying, ”I must correct you, that was a caress, not a slap.”

”You...” Gao Mengting stammered, giving him a small kick under the table, a trace of pretend annoyance in her eyes, ”Smooth talker!”

”Do you want to try?”

”No way!”

...

Soon, the waiter brought over their drinks.

Tang Song slid the Mojito over to Gao Mengting, smiling as he said, ”Try it, see if you like it.”

Gao Mengting picked up the glass of green cocktail, gently sniffing the refreshing mint aroma.

She took a sip; the cool liquid with a hint of sweetness and mint fragrance instantly spread in her mouth.

She nodded in satisfaction, ”Hmm, not bad.”

Tang Song raised his whiskey, lightly clinking her glass, ”Cheers.”

”Cheers.”

The liquid swirled in the glass.

The sound of the waves outside the window gently blended with the soft music inside the bar, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Gao Mengting’s initially reserved posture gradually relaxed, and she exuded a charming lazy demeanor, smiling as she chatted with Tang Song about their unfinished conversation on the train.

Occasionally, their eyes would meet, and a subtle emotion lingered in the air.

Perhaps the Mojito really suited her tastes, as Gao Mengting ordered another.

As the alcohol gradually took effect, her cheeks began to flush, but her eyes shone brighter.

...

When they left the bar, the night was already quite deep.

Gao Mengting walked along, softly humming an unknown folk tune, her voice gentle as if talking to herself.

The two of them passed through the Shangri-La Hotel and arrived at the coastline.

The sea breeze gently blew, carrying the coolness of an early autumn night, ruffling their hair and clothes.

With each step, the soft sand gave way slightly, sending a chill through the soles of their feet.

Moonlight shimmered on the rippling sea, flickering with the waves.

Gao Mengting zipped up her jacket, continuing to speak softly.

Her voice was gentle, with a hint of laziness, as if every word was wrapped in the tender embrace of the night.

Every now and then, she would dream about the beautiful future of Songmei Clothing, and then talk about ”Pride and Prejudice” and ”Norwegian Wood” with him.

Her tolerance for alcohol was indeed low, and after walking for a while, the intoxication set in, making her somewhat tipsy.

A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes softened, taking on a dreamy quality.

With her hands clasped behind her back, she walked lightly on the soft sand, a gentle smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Sometimes she kicked up a small tuft of sand;

Sometimes she suddenly squatted down, using her finger to draw a little pattern in the sand;

Sometimes she bent down to pick up a shell, telling Tang Song its story;

The moonlight sketched her with a soft and vivid contour.

Watching her in this state, Tang Song’s face always held a gentle smile.

In some sense, this partner of his was a true idealist.

There was an air of innocence and vitality about her.

In her heart, she harbored great enthusiasm for career, future, love, and friendship.

She seemed like a literary young woman stepped out of a book, possessing both idealistic romance and realistic resilience.

Anyone who interacted with her could feel this indescribable charm.

Unknowingly, they arrived at the southern end of the beach.

Gao Mengting suddenly stopped, looking at the ground, tugging at his shirt.

”Partner, actually I’ve always felt that relationships between people are like footprints on the sand. When the waves come, the footprints will be washed away and fade. For example, my former classmates and friends, the contact with them is becoming less and less now.”

She raised her head, looking into his eyes, her tone carrying a hint of sadness, ”Do you think... how long can our footprints last?”

Seeing her like this, Tang Song felt a wave of tenderness in his heart and spoke earnestly, ”Of course forever.”

Gao Mengting’s face broke into a radiant smile, extending her right pinky finger, ”You said it, come on, pinky promise.”

Tang Song reached out, gently hooking her pinky with his, ”Pinky promise.”

Gao Mengting gently shook their linked pinkies, her voice tinged with the effects of alcohol as she said, ”Pinky promise, hang yourself if you break it, not allowed to change for a hundred years!”

”Alright, not allowed to change for a hundred years.”

The salty sea breeze carried her fragrance, filling Tang Song’s nostrils.

Their gazes intertwined in the night.

Tang Song leaned forward, slowly getting closer.

Gao Mengting did not shy away, only gently closing her eyes.

Tang Song softly touched her lips, tender and delicate.

Gao Mengting’s breath hitched slightly, responding to his kiss.

Tang Song’s hands cupped her face, his fingers holding her wind-tousled hair in place.