"Shh," Meng Qingluan put her index finger to her lips and said in a deep voice, "My man doesn't need to tell me how hard it is."
Chen Yan's heart fluttered even more intensely, and she lowered her head shyly and spoke slowly.
"good."
Meng Qingluan suddenly understood those greasy men; it turned out that pretending to be cool was so enjoyable.
Meng Qingluan quickly rotated her wrist, released her hand, and threw it out.
Two folded pieces of red silk flew out in a perfect parabola and disappeared into the trees.
Meng Qingluan threw it away and then ignored it, turning around and making what she thought was a very cool hair-flipping gesture.
Let's go.
Just as Chen Yan was about to warn her, the red silk cloth fell down and landed squarely on Meng Qingluan's face.
"..."
Meng Qingluan was very embarrassed and almost wanted to roll up the two pieces of red silk and stuff them into her clothes.
Shen Yan walked to her side and reached out to touch her head. "Did it hurt?"
"without……"
Chen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, gently rubbed the top of her head to check, and withdrew his hand only after not feeling the bump that had been hit.
"I'll do it," Chen Yan said, extending his hand.
Meng Qingluan handed him the red silk cloth, not forgetting to warn, "Don't peek! If you peek, you won't be able to poop for three days."
Chen Yan: "..."
I always feel a tightness in my buttocks.
Chen Yan untied the red silk cloth and tied the two pieces together. The two pieces of red silk cloth were intertwined and inseparable, looking almost as one.
Meng Qingluan couldn't help but ask, "In that case... will only one of our wishes be granted?"
Shen Yan tied the red silk cloth tightly, held it in his heart, and looked up at her.
"I would rather abandon my lifelong wish than see your ambitions fulfilled."
Shen Yan smiled gently, her tone soft yet earnest, her clear eyes rippling with waves of light, so gentle it seemed to melt away all traces of water, her radiance captivating.
Meng Qingluan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly looked away, clenching her fists.
Chen Yan took a few steps back, aimed at the top of the tree, and threw it upwards with force.
Meng Qingluan also looked up and saw that the two pieces of silk cloth, tightly intertwined, had been hung on the tree branch. The red one was unique and particularly eye-catching.
Chen Yan suddenly spoke, "Do you want to know the first wish I wrote down?"
"Isn't it said that if you say it out loud, it won't come true?"
“I already said, that was the first one,” Shen Yan said.
"Hmm... then tell me, I want to hear it."
"My first wish is that you can stay with me forever, even until the end of time."
Chen Yan's gaze was fixed on the red silk cloth swaying in the wind not far away.
Meng Qingluan smiled and glanced at him casually.
"Why did you change it? I'm afraid I'll really stay by your side for the rest of my life."
“No,” Shen Yan turned his face, a slight smile on his lips, his dark eyes fixed on her, “If I could, I would never change my mind.”
"..."
When Meng Qingluan met his eyes, she felt as if all her innermost thoughts had been laid bare.
His eyes seemed to see through everything, even the deepest thoughts in her heart.
So, did he know that he...?
Meng Qingluan dared not think about it anymore; she felt the idea was far too absurd.
"Sinking inkstone?"
Meng Qingluan's gaze was complicated. She turned to look at him again, but he had already turned his head to look at the tree trunk not far away.
"Um?"
The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say them. After struggling internally for a long time, Meng Qingluan gritted her teeth and finally said them.
"Don't always put me before you, and don't rely on me so much..."
Meng Qingluan wanted to say: She is not a reliable person.
She doesn't belong here; she'll eventually have to leave.
Losing one's most important spiritual support is a devastating blow.
She knew Shen Yan's feelings for her; she had come to save him from death, not to destroy him herself.
Shen Yan looked at her with watery eyes, lost in thought.
Without resorting to coquettishness or pleading, he sighed softly, rested his head on her shoulder, and gently closed his eyes.
Meng Qingluan did not push him away, letting him lean on her shoulder.
After a long while, Shen Yan still showed no sign of raising his head.
Meng Qingluan felt that if a camera were to capture this scene now, it would definitely be a great shot.
She was quite confident in her appearance, and with Shen Yan's face, they were definitely a handsome couple.
But now there's no camera, only a head resting on my shoulder, and the soles of my feet aching from standing in the cold.
Moreover, because of the cold weather, her stomach started to rumble, and the digested food began to ferment.
She needed to poop.
And it was the kind of diarrhea.
Meng Qingluan shrugged. "Chen Yan, are you feeling better?"
"..."
No one answered.
Meng Qingluan shrugged her shoulders forcefully, but the person on her shoulders remained motionless.
Meng Qingluan found it strange; she had used so much force, yet Shen Yan didn't react at all.
That little body of hers, she won't freeze to death, will she?
Meng Qingluan glanced down and noticed that Shen Yan's complexion was fair and rosy, and he looked very healthy.
She seemed to vaguely hear some noise...
Meng Qingluan lowered her head and put her ear close to his head, and a soft but rhythmic snore entered her ear.
"..."
Is it asleep?
So he wasn't just too heartbroken, he was just tired?
The fist hardened.
To fight or not to fight?
Go ahead and fight.
Without much hesitation, Meng Qingluan flicked Shen Yan's forehead.
"Hmm..."
Shen Yan was woken up from his sleep by a slap, and instinctively raised his head to cover the back of his head where he had been hit.
"Luanluan, why did you hit me?"
“I didn’t,” Meng Qingluan said innocently, spreading her hands. “Why would I hit you? You must be having nightmares.”
"……oh."
Shen Yan didn't believe it, but he dared not say it.
Meng Qingluan's sphincter tightened again, and she grabbed Chen Yan's arm with one hand, squeezing it tightly. Her lower body was desperately fighting against the soup that was about to gush out.
Shen Yan noticed that her face was contorted in pain, and fine beads of cold sweat were seeping from her forehead.
"What's wrong, Luanluan?"
Meng Qingluan won the PK, her palms were covered in cold sweat, and she shook her head nonchalantly.
"It's nothing. I've noticed that your biceps have been working out well lately. Let me feel them and check."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yan said, "I...I've actually learned something else recently..."
"..."
Meng Qingluan dared not continue speaking; she was already vaguely feeling the overwhelming urge to defecate.
Do you know where the outhouse is?
Shen Yan nodded and gave a brief explanation.
Meng Qingluan didn't dare to delay. "Go back to your room and wait for me. I have something urgent to attend to."
"..."
After being released, Meng Qingluan walked out, her legs trembling and aching.
However, instead of returning to her room, she went back to the Buddhist hall.
There was still no one in the Buddhist hall, and the incense that the two of them had just lit was still burning.
Meng Qingluan knelt on the prayer mat, with a try-it-out mentality, and clasped her hands together.
"Meng Qingluan, will you forgive them?"
If only two incense sticks remain, that signifies forgiveness.
If it doesn't change, it either won't work or it won't forgive.
After waiting for a while, Meng Qingluan felt no ripples in her heart, and there was no other movement in the Buddhist hall.
Does it not work?
Meng Qingluan opened her eyes, got up to leave, and the incense in the incense burner suddenly changed.
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