Until the car reached its destination, Lun Chuan's face wore a smile.
This smile was quite reserved, as if he wanted to hold it back, but couldn't quite contain it. So the corners of his lips curled slightly, and the radiant expression on his face clearly conveyed his joy.
Song Tan also smiled, pressing her lips together. Although they didn't engage in intimate gestures, she felt that he exuded such a sweet aura, making him incredibly endearing.
When the car stopped, she unbuckled her seatbelt and immediately turned to hook Lun Chuan's neck, giving him a light kiss on the cheek—being nourished up close by spiritual energy, his skin was as smooth as jade. At that moment, she felt a feather-like warmth on his cheek, and a blush instantly spread across his face.
"Lun Chuan, are we destined by fate?"
Lun Chuan looked at her, shadows falling beneath his thick eyelashes, his gaze so soft it seemed about to melt into water, then he hugged her back: "Hmm."
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