Upon hearing this, Zhang Xin looked up at Li Han, who was busy at work, tossing a pot around his shoulder and sweating profusely.
She looked away, lowered her eyes, and murmured, "He's just too good."
Chunli, unaware of Zhang Xin's past, smiled and said, "Since you also think it's a good idea, then give him a chance..."
"Chunli, have you finished preparing your dishes?" Chi Xia interrupted her, "Hurry up and prepare them, Li Han's dish is almost done."
Chunli wasn't stupid; she knew that Chi Xia interrupted her to stop her from continuing, so she changed the subject: "Almost there, almost there! Watch my Shadowless Hand!"
After saying that, she quickly cleaned up the vegetables in her hands, said "I'm leaving now," and left with the vegetable bowl.
After she left, Chi Xia looked at Zhang Xin and sighed, "I know you have some hurdles in your heart, but life is a long journey of decades. The past only accounts for a tiny fraction of it. You can't keep thinking about the past. If A-Che and I were like you, we would never have been able to get over that hurdle. Think about it carefully."
Chi Xia left, and Zhang Xin stared at the dishes in her hand, remaining silent for a long time.
After dinner, the group lit a campfire and played together for a while. Chi Xia had collected a lot of electronic products from Z City and distributed a mobile phone to each person. Poor Han Junche became a mobile power bank.
While everyone was chatting and laughing around the campfire, he was also holding a dozen charging cables, using his supernatural abilities to charge these phones.
His appearance was a stark contrast to his usual aloof and dignified image.
Of course, no one dared to laugh at him, since whether or not he could use the phone and play a built-in single-player game in his spare time was entirely up to Han Junche.
The maximum current for charging a phone is only a few amps, so it takes a while to fully charge. By the time the campfire tea party was over and the phone was fully charged, everyone happily took a phone and returned to their tents.
Chi Xia was about to go back when Han Junche grabbed her arm.
Seeing this, everyone quickened their pace and soon entered the tents one by one, zipping them up.
Chi Xia was a little embarrassed and symbolically pulled her hand away: "What?"
Han Junche held her hand quietly, his deep black eyes, seemingly sparkling with starlight, staring at her intently. His clear voice carried a hint of grievance and complaint as he said softly, "You haven't paid much attention to me all day."
Chi Xia was speechless. She was with him every day, and when they were traveling, it was just the two of them. It was just that she had spent a little more time with Zhang Xinran and Zhu today. How did it become that she ignored him in his mouth?
However, it takes a lot of willpower to resist Han Junche's coquettishness.
Is Chi Xia a person who lacks self-control?
Yes, she is.
After Han Junche finished speaking with a wronged expression, his eyelids drooped, and he looked like an abandoned Alaskan Malamute. Chi Xia couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and give him a light peck on the cheek, and then said, "Is this okay?"
"It's not enough." Han Junche pointed to his thin lips with a wronged expression: "It misses you too."
It's unclear who he learned this trick from, but ever since he pretended to be drunk that night, Han Junche seemed to have unlocked a secret, discovering that what Chi Xia couldn't stand the most was his coquettish and aggrieved appearance.
Therefore, he applied this method to its fullest extent.
Of course, he also has his pride. When other people are around, he still acts like a cold and aloof flower.
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