Chapter 6 Campus Goddess White Moonlight 6 Date

The last class in the teaching building had already ended, and it was almost half an hour before the school bell rang.

Ji Hanlin stood under a tree not far from the school gate, leaning against the trunk, his hands in his pockets, occasionally looking towards the teaching building.

After looking down at the time for who knows how many times, he finally couldn't help but dial the number that was so familiar.

The phone rang only once before it was connected.

"You haven't come out yet?" There was no emotion in his tone.

"I'm waiting for someone to be more visible." The girl on the other end of the phone was a little breathless. It could be heard that Wen Qianning was walking quickly while talking. "I don't want anyone to see us walking together."

"..." Ji Hanlin's lips moved and he let out an almost inaudible sneer.

"Okay, okay, I'll be out right now." She seemed to have sensed his mood, her tone softened, and she quickly added, "Hang up."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the fallen leaves blown by the wind at his feet, without saying a word.

Not long after, Wen Qianning trotted over from the school gate in her tiny leather shoes. The girl's breathing was a little ragged, her cheeks were flushed, and her expression looked very happy.

"...Have you been waiting for a long time?" Her voice was sweet, with a little bit of the coquettishness of a young lady.

Ji Hanlin shook his head: "Not bad."

"You're so conspicuous standing here, someone's going to see you." Wen Qianning glanced around and saw a few boys in school uniforms riding past them. One of them even glanced back. She subconsciously wanted to pull him to the side of the road, but Ji Hanlin stood still.

"Are you so afraid of being seen?" He pursed his lips, a little unhappy.

She was stunned by the question, frowned, opened her eyes wide and denied it: "No."

"Then why are we hiding like this?"

"Am I so shameful?" Ji Hanlin leaned over to her and pressed her, an unfathomable look on his face.

Wen Qianning was forced to take a step back. She looked at him cautiously, her voice lowered, "You know... I don't want anyone at school to know we're in a relationship. It would be really troublesome."

It was unknown whether Ji Hanlin believed this or not, but he didn't say anything more, obviously not wanting to continue this topic: "Let's go."

The two walked to the intersection one after the other and stopped a taxi.

The carriage was somewhat quiet, the street scene outside the window quickly passing by. Wen Qianning sat by the window, occasionally stealing glances at Ji Hanlin from the corner of her eye. He had a calm expression, his eyes were indifferent, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Wen Qianning took a breath and reached out to pull at his sleeve, trying to lighten the mood: "Let's go to the mall to look at clothes first. I want to buy some clothes."

He nodded without objection.

She breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared in her eyes again.

After the two arrived at the mall, Wen Qianning dragged Ji Hanlin into a high-end clothing brand counter. She was already familiar with the place, and upon entering, she greeted the clerk, "Bring out all the new season clothes, especially the limited-edition pieces."

The clerk recognized her immediately and greeted her with a smile: "Miss Wen, are you here with a friend today?"

She glanced back at Ji Hanlin and corrected him, "Boyfriend."

"Oh!" the clerk immediately understood and smiled even more warmly. "Okay, please take a seat and wait. These outfits are all new couture pieces that just arrived from Milan. I'll set up the fitting room for you right away."

Ji Hanlin, standing beside Wen Qianning, watched silently, his gaze lingering briefly on the girl's smooth face. She had lived in this world since she was little, and these prices and rules were as familiar to her as a stroll in her own garden. Her every move and every word seemed like a long-established habit, a true pampered little princess.

Wen Qianning picked out five or six outfits in one breath, went in, changed into a champagne-colored dress, opened the curtain and walked out, smiling and asking Ji Hanlin, "How is it?"

He sat on the sofa, his eyes swept from her face to the hem of her skirt, looking at her quietly all the way, his lips moving: "Beautiful."

Feeling that Ji Hanlin's reaction was too cold, Wen Qianning curled her lips and tried on another dress. This one was a light blue halter dress with a translucent hem, vaguely revealing the outline of her thighs.

"What about this?" Wen Qianning turned around lightly, and her hair swayed slightly with the movement.

"It looks good." He still said the same thing.

She adjusted her collar while complaining unhappily, "Can you say anything else? You keep saying it looks good, but how am I supposed to know which one looks best?"

Ji Hanlin said seriously, "They all look good."

Wen Qianning was stunned for a second, then, as if she had discovered something incredible, she put her hands on her hips and looked at him: "Ji Hanlin, are you just trying to fool me?"

"No." He raised his eyes with a calm expression.

"Then why don't you say a few more words?" She leaned over and gently shook his arm. "Your girlfriend spent half an hour carefully choosing, and all you can say is that it looks good. Isn't that too insincere?"

"Because you look good in anything you wear." Ji Hanlin sighed slightly and took her hand. "Ningning, I'm serious. I'm not being perfunctory."

Hearing this, the pretty girl blinked, and the tips of her ears, which were a little hot, quickly turned red. She pretended to be calm and turned into the fitting room to change clothes, but she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

Wen Qianning finally tried on a waist-hugging dress, but the bow on the back was not tied properly and she couldn't tie it herself.

The salesperson who had been trying on clothes with her tactfully left, leaving them some space. "I'll go get some matching accessories for Miss Wen. Please try them on first."

"..." Wen Qianning was silent for a moment, then looked up at Ji Hanlin. The girl's eyes were bright and her lips were pink. "Please help me tie it. I can't do it myself."

She turned around, exposing her fair neck to him. Because the bow was not tied, her skirt slipped down a little, revealing the smooth line of her back extending from her neck, carrying the faint fragrance of a young girl.

Ji Hanlin's eyes darkened, unable to conceal the heat in his gaze.

She lowered her head unconsciously and urged, "Hurry up, your clothes are about to fall off."

His eyes fell on the back of her neck, so white and tender that he could almost see the fine hairs, and the soft lines that were faintly visible below her collarbone. He rarely saw her like this, like a defenseless little animal, with a touch of innocence, a little intimacy, and even... a little temptation.

Ji Hanlin's Adam's apple moved slightly.

When he extended his fingers, he was clearly restrained, but they still inevitably touched her skin.

Wen Qianning seemed oblivious to his annoyance, waiting patiently for him to tie the bow. Her hair hung loosely to one side, revealing her neck and shoulder blades, giving her a completely defenseless look.

He lowered his head, but the expression on his face did not change at all, and his movements were steady.

After tying the bow, Ji Hanlin said calmly, "Okay."

Wen Qianning was very happy and bought all the skirts she had just tried on. The task of carrying the bags naturally fell into Ji Hanlin's hands.

"Ji Hanlin, please walk slower." Her voice was soft, and she acted a little bit willful.

Ji Han was walking in front. Upon hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at her, then slowed down his pace a little.

Wen Qianning pouted and quickly walked over to him. "You're not talking and have such a cold face. Don't you want to come out with me?"

"No." He paused for a moment, "Ningning, you... are so beautiful. I don't know what to say for a moment."

Wen Qianning couldn't help laughing when she heard this. She stretched out a finger and poked the back of his hand: "Are you possessed today? You're so good at talking."

The two came to a dessert shop, which was Wen Qianning's favorite dessert shop.

Ji Hanlin didn't like sweets, but he didn't say anything and just opened the door for her.

They found a seat by the window. Wen Qianning began flipping through the menu with great interest as soon as she sat down. "I'll have one of these, and one of these. How about you?"

"A cup of American coffee will be fine." Ji Hanlin said simply.

When the food arrived, Wen Qianning immediately took out her phone and started taking pictures. After taking the picture, she fiddled with the filters for a while before finally clicking Save with satisfaction.

When she raised her fork and was about to take the first bite of dessert, she suddenly stopped as if she remembered something and pushed the plate towards him: "Try it, this is really delicious."

"You eat it, I don't like sweet things." He still looked indifferent.

"Try it." Wen Qianning's eyes widened and her voice softened. "Just one bite, okay?"

Ji Hanlin watched her act coquettishly. After two seconds, as if giving in, he picked up the fork she handed him and took a small bite. The sweetness immediately filled his taste buds, a bit cloying. He frowned and put down the fork expressionlessly: "Too sweet."

"But you ate it." Wen Qianning smiled with her eyes curved. "You always say you don't want to eat, but every time I feed you, you still eat. Ji Hanlin, do you like me very much?"

The boy said nothing, only slowly wiping his hands with a tissue, his eyes unconsciously falling on the creamy spot at the corner of her lips. He reached over and gently wiped away the cream with his fingertips, moving very gently, as if afraid to hurt her.

"It got on me," he said.

Wen Qianning was stunned. She subconsciously covered her mouth and whispered, "Don't do this suddenly...scare me."

Ji Hanlin looked at her deeply, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, almost imperceptibly: "This isn't the first time you've been scared."

She snorted softly, and after finishing her meal, she pulled Ji Hanlin to take a selfie in front of the camera. He frowned slightly, clearly not liking having his photo taken.

"This is our first date," the girl said, taking his arm, obediently, "of course we have to take a picture as a souvenir."

He looked down at her expectant expression, was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

Wen Qianning happily took several photos, then immersed herself in editing them. Ji Hanlin turned his head to look at her, a little hesitant: "Actually, your original photo is already very good-looking."

"Don't worry about it." She didn't even raise her head and continued to photoshop the picture. She put down her phone as if the job was done, with a sense of accomplishment in her eyes.

After the photo was edited, Wen Qianning hadn't spoken yet, but Ji Hanlin took the initiative to speak: "Send me a copy of that photo just now."

Is the male protagonist really so hypocritical? Wen Qianning raised her head and glanced at him, the smile in her eyes gradually spreading.