Qingshan looked into Luo Wenyuan's dark eyes, where his own figure was clearly reflected, his gaze persistent and pious.
Qingshan's chest was hot and swollen, full of emotion, but he still refused to forgive her: "Love is wanting to touch but then pulling back. You kissed me without my permission, what is that?"
Luo Wenyuan thought Qingshan was really angry, and he became anxious: "Uh - well, I was just emotional and couldn't control myself for a moment!"
Luo Wenyuan muttered to himself: I am young and full of vigor, so there is no problem in that aspect. It is easy for him to say that he touched me and then took his hand back, but can I take it back?
Qingshan rolled his eyes at him and ignored Luo Wenyuan's resentful expression.
"What just fell?"
When Qingshan said this, Luo Wenyuan remembered that their passionate kiss was interrupted by a crisp sound. It was a good thing that it happened, otherwise it would have been easy for something to go wrong.
Luo Wenyuan looked up at the bookshelf, his thick eyebrows furrowed. "Strange, why did it fall?"
Luo Wenyuan pulled Qingshan to the bookshelf, picked up a unique tank model from the ground, and held it in his hand to show Qingshan.
"Hey, this little tank is actually made of bullet shells, so beautiful!"
The tank model was as big as Luo Wenyuan's palm. It was made of many empty copper bullet casings. It was quite heavy, so it was no wonder it made such a loud noise when it fell to the ground. Luo Wenyuan stared at the tank model with a nostalgic look on his face and said slowly:
"My uncle made these. To cheer me up, he made a lot of models out of empty bullet shells. Here they are!"
Qingshan looked in the direction of Luo Wenyuan's hand. One layer of the black walnut bookshelf was filled with these shell models, including airplanes, ships, cars, cannons, and even a small robot. They were all shapes that boys liked.
Qingshan looked at the unique, exquisite and lifelike shell model and secretly admired: Luo Wenyuan's uncle is so clever and dexterous. It seems that the Luo family's artistic talent is inherited!
"The wheels of this tank can't move, so how could it fall off?"
Qingshan had doubts, and in fact Luo Wenyuan couldn't figure it out either. The tank was the heaviest and had the most stable chassis among these models. Even if the bookshelf was shaken intentionally, it would not fall down easily.
Luo Wenyuan reached out to put the tank back on the bookshelf, but when he loosened his fingers, the tank did not fall onto the shelf, but stuck firmly to the palm of his hand.
"Wen, Wen Yuan?"
Luo Wenyuan spread out his five fingers and swung them hard. The tank made a clang sound and finally left his palm and fell back onto the bookshelf.
"What's going on? How did it get stuck to your palm? Is there glue on your hand? ...No—!"
Qingshan pulled Wenyuan's hand over and checked it over and over carefully. Luo Wenyuan's palm was still as warm and dry as ever, with no abnormalities.
Luo Wenyuan let Qingshan manipulate him in a daze. When she finally stopped moving, he murmured, "Qingshan, I think I know what my gold-attributed ability is!"
"Really? What is it?"
Luo Wenyuan pretended to lower his head and whisper something to Qingshan, then when Qingshan came close, he quickly kissed her on the cheek. Before Qingshan could get angry, Luo Wenyuan put one arm around her and stretched out his other hand towards the bookshelf. The tank that had just been placed flew back into Luo Wenyuan's hand.
Qingshan was also shocked. She was able to capture objects through the air because of her spiritual power. What did Luo Wenyuan rely on?
Luo Wenyuan saw that her round eyes and the baby fat on her cheeks made her look particularly cute, and he couldn't help wanting to steal her again. Unfortunately, Qingshan poked his finger on the Tiantu acupoint, and he gasped in pain.
"Hiss, be gentle, you want to murder your husband!"
"Speak politely and don't take advantage of me! Don't forget that you're still on probation. Don't you want to be a regular employee?"
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you—!"
Luo Wenyuan secretly complained: If you don't give me a permanent position, won't I take the job myself? You little brat, in this life, you will never have the chance to evaluate anyone except me!
“It’s magnetism!”
"Magnetism? Metallic ability?"
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