Shen Yan showered her cheeks with kisses, leaving a damp sensation.
Shen Yan didn't put his arms around her neck or cup her face; he simply kissed her face again and again, like a puppy licking its owner.
Meng Qingluan dodged, "Why are you kissing me?"
Shen Yan looked at her innocently, "It hurts, but a kiss will make it stop hurting."
Meng Qingluan covered her face, sensing that something was wrong.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, so you're not allowed to kiss me anymore."
“Okay,” Shen Yan withdrew his face from the close proximity and muttered to himself, “It means that you really can relieve pain.”
"..."
It was getting late.
Meng Qingluan and Shen Yan had just finished washing up, and Shen Yan was still looking at her face from left to right.
Meng Qingluan felt like insects were crawling all over her face as he stared at her.
She raised her hands to cover her cheeks and turned her head away so he wouldn't see.
Chen Yan leaned closer, "Does it really not hurt anymore?"
Out of sheer concern, Meng Qingluan couldn't help but think of Chen Yan's unique pain-relieving method from that afternoon.
Her face flushed, and she turned to the side, saying, "It doesn't hurt anymore, stop being so neurotic."
"All right."
"..."
After a moment of silence, Shen Yan got up, walked to Meng Qingluan, and squatted down.
When she looked up at Meng Qingluan, her eyes were bright and sparkling, reflecting only Meng Qingluan's image.
"Luanluan, the blessings at Baoxiang Temple are very effective, do you want to go?"
"Do you want to go?" Meng Qingluan asked him in return.
"If you want to, I'll want to; if you don't, I won't want to either," Shen Yan replied without hesitation.
"Okay, let's go."
Meng Qingluan was quite interested in this kind of thing; after all, fortune-telling was a good idea.
She wasn't a staunch materialist, and having experienced time travel, she became even more convinced of the power of fate.
If praying at Baoxiang Temple is truly effective, then could she pray to return home soon?
Incidentally, she also wanted to ask the most important question.
She can't make a decision; she needs this person's own answer.
The two walked out of the side room side by side and went to the front hall of Baoxiang Temple.
It was already evening, and the streets were deserted. Inside the main hall, incense smoke curled and candlelight illuminated the golden Buddha statue, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
Several incense sticks used for offerings were placed in the incense burner, and most of them had already burned, with large amounts of ash falling into the burner.
Chen Yan stepped forward and skillfully took out the remaining half of the incense stick, then took out three brand-new incense sticks from the offering table that was placed to the side.
He handed it to Meng Qingluan, and then took out three more for himself.
Meng Qingluan saw that his movements were fluid and graceful, and he seemed very familiar with everything about Baoxiang Temple.
Meng Qingluan took the incense and asked curiously, "Have you been here many times? You seem to be at home."
Chen Yan paused in his incense-lighting motion, a faint, almost bitter smile appearing on his lips.
"I've been here a few times."
Meng Qingluan nodded, without questioning his words.
Shen Yan has only been in the capital for two months, so it's impossible that he had visited Baoxiang Temple before.
Perhaps he came by chance a few times.
This piqued Meng Qingluan's curiosity again. "What do you come here to pray for?"
Chen Yan fiddled with something in his hands, "Guess."
Meng Qingluan really thought about it seriously for a while, "Promotion and wealth? A smooth career ahead."
Chen Yan shook his head.
Meng Qingluan was too lazy to guess any further. A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, let alone this man, Shen Yan.
How could she have guessed?
“Tell me, I can’t guess.” Meng Qingluan acted shamelessly.
Seeing her impatient look, Shen Yan couldn't help but chuckle, "Telling you won't work."
Meng Qingluan became enigmatic, saying, "Sincerity naturally brings results."
"I'm afraid I can't say. I have ulterior motives, and I'm not very sincere," Shen Yan said matter-of-factly.
"..."
Seeing that he was determined not to talk today, Meng Qingluan didn't waste her breath pressing him for answers.
The two knelt on the prayer mats, clasped their hands together, closed their eyes, and silently prayed.
"If everything settles down, will I have a chance to go back?"
Meng Qingluan opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Chen Yan beside her. He lowered his brows and gazed at her with utmost reverence.
Meng Qingluan was quite surprised by his sincere appearance.
In the original work, Shen Yan did not believe in ghosts or Buddhas; he had only one belief in his heart: to kill gods and Buddhas if they stood in his way.
He did not believe in karma or retribution, nor was he afraid of ghosts or gods.
Unexpectedly, he, who has never believed in gods or Buddhas, now looks as devout as a most loyal pilgrim.
Shen Yan opened his eyes.
He handed Meng Qingluan a red cloth and a writing brush, both of which were placed aside.
“You can write your wishes on it, and we’ll hang them on the Bodhi tree behind us later.”
Meng Qingluan smiled and accepted it, "I understand, Lord Shaoqing."
This was the first time Shen Yan had been addressed by her title, and his earlobes turned red.
When Meng Qingluan was writing, she exaggeratedly covered her paper with her arm, as if afraid that Chen Yan would peek at it.
After hesitating for a long time, Meng Qingluan wrote four large characters on it and quickly folded the red paper and held it in her hand.
She originally thought that Shen Yan would finish writing quickly, after all, she didn't know how to use a calligraphy brush very well and had barely managed to write a few large characters that looked like dog scratches.
Unexpectedly, when I turned around, Shen Yan was still writing on it.
Meng Qingluan tiptoed, preparing to peek, when Chen Yan suddenly stood up, folded the paper, and turned to look at her meaningfully.
Meng Qingluan felt inexplicably guilty, but turned her head and said nonchalantly.
"Let's go, let's hang the red cloth on the Bodhi tree."
"..."
Shen Yan looked at her with a smile in his eyes, said nothing, and followed behind her.
Meng Qingluan walked quickly for a while, then realized something was wrong.
Why walk so fast when you don't even know the way?
Meng Qingluan stopped and turned around to look at Shen Yan, who was following behind her, pointing fiercely ahead of her.
"Go ahead and walk."
“Oh,” Chen Yan obediently walked to the place she had indicated, “Doesn’t Luan Luan know the way?”
Meng Qingluan: "..."
nonsense?
When Shen Yan met her threatening gaze, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the mouth.
The movements were swift and fluid, executed in one smooth motion.
Meng Qingluan raised an eyebrow and exclaimed, "Wow!"
Shen Yan was really well taken care of by her.
Meng Qingluan followed behind Shen Yan for a long time before finally arriving at the Bodhi tree in Baoxiang Temple.
Beneath the Bodhi tree, red silk ribbons covered the branches, inscribed with the prayers of people from all over the world. The red ribbons were folded and hung on the tree, so Meng Qingluan couldn't see the words inside; all she could see was red.
Suddenly, the image of a domineering CEO from an idol drama flashed through Meng Qingluan's mind, and she turned to look at Chen Yan.
With a wicked smirk, he spoke domineeringly, "Want to hang it at the very top of the tree? I heard that wishes made there are more likely to come true."
If others saw Meng Qingluan like this, they would definitely think that this woman had something wrong with her brain and was extremely greasy.
But Chen Yan was surrounded by pink bubbles, the kind that would burst if you poked them.
“Alright,” Chen Yan handed her the red silk, “Luan Luan, you’ve worked hard.”
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