Chapter 20 Hawthorn Cake (1/2)

The train jolted violently and rumbled out of the station.

The rhythmic clanging of the rails, "bang, bang," clearly struck my eardrums, and the train swayed back and forth.

Ruan Tang had been pressed against the cold windowpane, trying to avoid the overly scorching gaze from across the way by feigning sleep.

Unexpectedly, this delicate body was prone to train sickness.

My stomach churned violently.

A strong feeling of nausea rushed uncontrollably up my throat.

Ruan Tang's face instantly lost its color. She pursed her lips tightly, her face pale, and reached into her crossbody bag.

Across from her, the owner of that gaze, Yan Yu, sensed something was wrong almost the instant her expression changed.

A barely perceptible tension flickered in his deep eyes.

This little girl, who was just glaring at me angrily, was as lively as a cat with its fur standing on end.

How did it become so listless in the blink of an eye?

Seeing this, he felt a sudden, inexplicable pang in his heart, a dense, throbbing pain.

Yan Yu barely hesitated before quickly pulling a small aluminum lunchbox from his military satchel.

With a soft "click," the lunchbox was opened.

He held the lunchbox up to Ruan Tang—

A rich yet refreshing sweet and sour aroma instantly filled the space between the two of them.

Inside the box, squares of hawthorn cakes were neatly stacked.

Each piece was a translucent red, coated with fine powdered sugar, and shimmered with a crystal-clear light in the dim light of the carriage.

Ruan Tang, who had just taken the kettle out, paused.

The nose was instantly filled with this tempting aroma, and the nausea that was churning up was miraculously suppressed by more than half.

She raised her watery almond-shaped eyes and immediately met the man's unfathomable gaze.

In those eyes, there was a hint of nervousness and anticipation she had never seen before.

His face was still as cold and aloof as ever, but his ears had inexplicably turned slightly red.

"Want a piece?"

Yan Yu's voice was still deep and a little hoarse, as if he was deliberately suppressing some emotion, yet he sounded extremely serious.

Ruan Tang paused for a second.

She pursed her lips shyly, admitting that she really wanted a piece.

It wasn't just because of motion sickness, but also because my cravings were already churning from the sweet and sour taste.

She reached out her delicate white hand and took the aluminum box.

The moment she received the box, her fingertips inevitably brushed lightly against the back of the man's fingers that were supporting the bottom of the box.

Warm, dry, with a textured feel of thin calluses.

Both of them froze at the same time.

The next second, they all withdrew their hands as if they had been burned.

The moment they touched, Ruan Tang's spiritual root trembled violently and became more active than ever before!

The spiritual energy remaining in her body, which she had been unable to absorb directly no matter how hard she tried before, now seemed to have found an outlet, surging wildly into her spiritual root. Meanwhile, Ruomu, who was always domineering and plundering, was unusually quiet.

Unbelievable!

Ruan Tang was shocked, and even the movement of picking up a piece of hawthorn cake slowed down.

She put the hawthorn cake into her mouth, and it melted instantly.

The unique fragrance of hawthorn berries intertwined with the sweetness of powdered sugar, instantly soothing her upset stomach.

The feeling of wanting to vomit completely disappeared, leaving only a tolerable dizziness.

When Yan Yu saw that her tightly furrowed brows had finally relaxed, his tense heartstrings also loosened.

He picked up the kettle that Ruan Tang had placed aside with remarkable ease, unscrewed the lid, filled the enamel mug she had taken out with water, and placed it steadily beside her.