Qin Nianxia urged, "Close your eyes and stretch out your hand, you'll know soon."
Leng Yanchen looked at Qin Nianxia with some suspicion, but still stretched out his hand and then closed his eyes.
Qin Nianxia smiled faintly, then took out a pen from her handbag and held onto Leng Yanchen's hand, writing something on the palm of his hand.
After she was finished, she smiled and said, "You can open your eyes now."
Lán Yànchēn opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at his palm. There was nothing there!
Just now he clearly felt it, she was holding something like a pen and scribbling on his palm.
Qin Nianxia, seeing this, smiled triumphantly and said, "I'll show you a magic trick!"
"What magic?" Leng Yanchen looked at her with interest.
Qin Nianxia stretched out both hands, grasping Leng Yanchen's just-painted hand, holding it like a treasure between her palms, then closed her eyes and muttered a spell that no one else could understand.
When she moved her hand away, she smiled and said, "Look!"
Leng Yanchen lowered his eyes and saw a blue smiley face appear on the palm of his hand.
"Naive." he said.
But Qin Nianxia saw the slight upward curve of his lips and replied nonchalantly, "Naive is naive! As long as you're happy."
"Can you wash it off?" Leng Yanchen continued to ask.
Qin Nianxia deliberately lied, "Oh dear! It's terrible! I can't wash it off!"
At that moment, Leng Yanchen's face turned black.
Qin Nianxia couldn't help but laugh and said, "It doesn't matter, it's just normal temperature anyway. It won't appear unless it's like just now, warming the palm of my hand."
As she spoke, Leng Yanchen looked at his palm again, and the smiling face pattern was indeed slowly disappearing.
"Where did you buy that pen?" Leng Yanchen asked curiously.
Qin Nianxia shook her head and replied, "It's not available outside. I extracted it myself from herbs."
"The color changes when heated, interesting." Leng Yanchen's lips curled into a slight smile, and he suddenly said meaningfully, "So that's how it is."
“Oh, I see!” Qin Nianxia didn’t understand the meaning behind Leng Yanchen’s words, but she felt that he was very interested in her pen. So, she handed her pen to him, “If you’re interested and like it, then I’ll give you this pen for free!”
"Keep it for yourself, I don't need it." Leng Yanchen said indifferently. At this moment, he was looking down at his phone, as if texting someone.
Qin Nianxia didn't feel comfortable peeking at what Leng Yanchen was sending, so she proactively avoided it, turning her face towards the car window.
Leng Yanchen typed on his phone screen: Heat it up and try.
After that, silence fell over the car for a moment.
Leng Yanchen's phone received a reply: Success!
Seeing this, Leng Yanchen's lips curled slightly, he turned his head to look at Qin Nianxia who was staring out the car window in a daze, and said, "What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll treat you."
Qin Nianxia turned back, looking at Leng Yanchen with a surprised expression and asked, "What kind of hole have you dug for me again?"
"Forget it, I didn't say anything." Leng Yanchen put away his phone and said indifferently.
Qin Nianxia didn't take Leng Yanchen's words to heart. She turned her head back and continued to stare out the car window, lost in thought.
Cold Yanchen no longer took the initiative to talk to Qin Nianxia. He looked at the scenery outside his window by himself.
The atmosphere between the two people was harmonious, yet there seemed to be a hint of discord that was hard to pin down.
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