Oh!
He's a logical genius!
His answer was that he didn't like her, meaning she was ugly, had short legs, and a dark face.
But back then, when she asked that question, was she referring to the fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged woman? She was asking the woman who was blocking her way!
How could he possibly answer?
Han Junche was so angry he almost laughed: "So you want me to answer 'I like it'?"
Um... that doesn't seem right either.
Chi Xia choked, blinked, and said, "You should answer, I only like you!"
"Oh!"
This time, Han Junche was genuinely amused and laughed out loud. He looked at her in the rearview mirror and said, "Chi Xia, do I need to remind you how I was treated by you back then..."
"No, no, no!" Chi Xia waved her hands repeatedly, hurriedly begging for forgiveness: "I was wrong, really, it's just that I only like you, yes, I only like you."
Upon hearing this, Han Junche finally withdrew his gaze indifferently.
Chi Xia patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, she had escaped another disaster.
Silence returned to the car. After sitting for a while, Chi Xia couldn't hold back any longer: "A-Che, can you smell something burning?"
Han Junche twitched his nose: "No, what's wrong?"
"Nothing much." Chi Xia smiled gracefully at him in the rearview mirror: "It's just that my heart is burning for you."
Han Junche: "..."
After a while, he asked, "Ah Che, am I being a little restless?"
Han Junche thought for a moment and realized that she hadn't been quiet for a long time, and couldn't help but say, "You do have some self-awareness."
Chi Xia pouted: "Then do you know why I'm so restless?"
The familiar recipe, the familiar taste. Han Junche glanced at her but didn't respond.
Chi Xia didn't mind and smiled at him: "Because I'm smitten with you every single moment."
really……
Han Junche's thin lips curled up slightly uncontrollably, but he coughed lightly and quickly covered it up.
Chi Xia's attention was entirely on him, so how could she not see the corner of his lips that he could hide? She was immediately encouraged and pressed on: "Ache, you must have been a carbonated drink in your past life."
Han Junche's expression shifted, and for the first time ever, he asked, "Why?"
Seeing him respond, Chi Xia became excited and happily leaned back against his seat, looking at his handsome profile, and said with a smile, "Because I'm so happy when I see you."
"Heh." Han Junche laughed. "Didn't you say that you felt disgusted just looking at me, and that being with me felt like going to a funeral?"
It crashed...
Chi Xia looked at him pitifully: "Is this really hopeless?"
Han Junche reached out and adjusted his sunglasses: "Congratulations, you got it right."
*Sobbing*
Chi Xia, on the verge of tears, lay back in the back seat, looking at him miserably in the rearview mirror: "A-Che, chatting with you is like taking an exam, you know? Every time I finish speaking, I feel like I didn't perform well."
After a short while, they finally arrived in Z City, and Han Junche and Chi Xia got out of the car.
Watching Han Junche skillfully remove the spark plug, Chi Xia hugged Mengmeng and said with a smile, "When I came last time, I also took the spark plug. Would you say we're telepathically connected and a match made in heaven?"
Han Junche remained expressionless: "It's just standard procedure."
After saying that, he took out several guns and a bag from under the car seat and handed them to her: "Here you go."
Chi Xia tossed the bag in her hand and asked curiously, "What's in this? Why is it so heavy?"
"Ammunition, and two days' worth of rations and water."
Han Junche looked directly into her eyes and said, word by word, "The second rule of our three-point agreement is that from now on, you are not allowed to use your supernatural abilities until you leave Z City."
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