Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1144 - 1120. Thank you

Lun Chuan’s breathing was rapid, possibly because the close contact in a confined environment amplified his sensitivity, making the small sensation on his scar feel like a faint electric current running down his spine, causing uncontrollable tension.

Finally, he pressed down the hand that was sliding towards his shoulder and endured, saying:

"These really don’t matter, no need to look."

Thinking for a moment, he added, "If you actually mind, the hospital suggested I could get it treated, like a skin graft. I can..."

He hesitated briefly but eventually nodded firmly, "Do these scars stress you? The hospital can handle them; it’s not a big issue."

In fact, it still requires a long time, repeated surgical adjustments, and strong recovery and endurance. But at this moment, Lun Chuan understated these things, simply calming his breath and sincerely saying:

"I hope our beginning isn’t rooted in guilt and gratitude."

Emotions that are too strong and heavy can make people weary and eventually lead to collapse. He did not want that.

But for Song Tan, her only pressure came from Lun Chuan’s susceptibility to Spiritual Energy, which were issues that could be resolved and repaired, and to her were not a stress at all.

The recent Spiritual Energy was negligible, but over time, little by little, there will eventually be a day of gradual reconciliation.

But at this moment, she could only regretfully withdraw her hand, "I thought you’d really like... Isn’t the next step in dating more intimate contact?"

The tender touches that seemed to scratch his heart had disappeared, and the mist in Lun Chuan’s eyes gradually dissipated, his gaze refocused, and he whispered:

"I...might need to adjust a bit. Gradual progress."

"Oh." Song Tan seemed regretful, thoughtful, "Alright, I’ll listen to you—can I kiss you a bit?"

Lun Chuan was taken aback, finding Song Tan sitting upright in her seat, her posture making her appear taller.

Her gentle hands cradled his face, and her radiant face slowly moved closer.

The hat had rolled aside, and the person opposite was getting closer. As Lun Chuan instinctively closed his eyes, he felt hair with a scent of grass and wood sliding past his ear.

Afterward, his raised hand stalled in mid-air, only feeling as if a butterfly lightly touched his forehead, lingering briefly before slowly leaving.

The enclosed car was becoming somewhat sweltering.

Lun Chuan slightly raised his head, seeing Song Tan’s eyes seemingly filled with starlight under the car lights.

"For extending a brave hand to strangers in distress—this is your reward."

"Dear boyfriend, thank you."

Thump!

Thump!

In these brief moments of holding gazes, Lun Chuan heard his own heart pounding like a drum.

But Song Tan simply chuckled, sat back in her seat, then turned her head and asked:

"Are you hungry? I heard your stomach growling."

After a moment of silence, Lun Chuan lowered the car window, took the thermal bag from the front seat, and pulled out the rice balls prepared in the morning.

While unwrapping the rice ball, he casually asked, "Does this count as a life-saving grace, offering your life? What if I were just ordinary-looking?"

Song Tan leaned over, biting a piece from his hand, then casually said:

"Looks matter sometimes, sometimes not so much—I admit my initial fondness for you was because of your face. But doesn’t your face also comprise who you are?"

Thinking for a moment, she seriously said, "If you were really ordinary-looking, like Qin Yunhe Kuang, well, I might have to repay you like a yellow sparrow carrying a ring or a horse falling off a teeter."

Lun Chuan froze as he wrapped the rice ball, helplessly saying, "There’s no need to use them as an example..." He couldn’t imagine the scenario.

Song Tan mischievously smiled, "See, you yourself can’t stand it. After all, if I were plain-looking and had a rough personality, you probably wouldn’t want to be intimate with me either!"

Lun Chuan said nothing, just stood there thoughtfully. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

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The sweet rice, crispy and savory fried rice, rich and tender tea eggs, along with fragmented fresh vegetables and granules of oil residue...

The rice ball with lingering warmth was perfectly squeezed together so that each bite was brimming with exquisite taste, Song Tan ate, delighted in her heart, further affirming Lun Chuan’s culinary skills.

Then she laughed again, "So, thinking about these things is unnecessary, the body itself is one of our most important parts."

The rice ball was wrapped nicely by Lun Chuan and passed over, but Song Tan didn’t take it, only turned her head and casually bit a piece. Then quickly tore off the cellophane, making him a relatively messy rice ball:

"Eat! You’re much more pampered than just taking care of myself!"

Thinking for a moment, she asked, "Let’s go, only eating this, would you feel dry? Let’s get some water—what do you want to drink?"

She got out of the car first, then held the car door and extended her hand to him. Lun Chuan paused in his motion to exit, obediently handing his palm over.

The blending of warm and slightly cool hands, despite the brief time together, Lun Chuan felt they had already been intimate for quite long, now everything flowed smoothly and naturally.

He turned his palm, enclosing Song Tan’s hand in his grasp, fingers sliding in between, tightly intertwining them.

The two found a café to sit in, Song Tan browsed persistently, eventually still unimpressed by anything, only selecting a few drinks for family at home, planning to take them when they left.

Yun City isn’t a very fashionable place, this national chain café at noon mostly hosted young couples.

They tasted the coffee cup and dessert with occasional bites, contrasting, Song Tan holding rice balls stood out noticeably.

Fortunately, rice balls don’t have a strong aroma, the staff seemed wanting to say something, yet Song Tan was staring at her phone, Lun Chuan merely gave a slight glance at her, his pale skin was strikingly beautiful against the milk-yellow hat.

Until suddenly she turned, her cheeks pink, returning quickly.

As Song Tan gulped down the rice ball in a few bites, she posed another question, "When were you originally planning to return to the Imperial City?"

Lun Chuan thought for a moment, "Originally planned to stay for a week—my plants at home need watering after a week."

Song Tan pondered, "Then driving from here to the Imperial City for ten hours, wouldn’t it be tiring by yourself?"

"Not bad." Lun Chuan handed her the last rice ball, "Besides, I can alternate driving with my mom—what’s up? Is it because of my job?"

He thought slightly, "After the New Year, I can frequently come to accompany you. Comparatively, my time is quite flexible."

"What’s frequently coming to accompany me..." Song Tan looked up at him, "We’ve already established our relationship, can’t the New Year be spent at my home?"

She even had plans prepared for Lun Chuan:

"In a week, follow your original plan back to the Imperial City, I’ll give you more local specialties to take back as New Year’s gifts."

"Then, tidy up the plants, and Aunt can bring more groceries then drive back—my family’s New Year’s dinner, Aunt would surely want to taste, right?"

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