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Chapter 1223 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (105)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (105)

With the heavy responsibility of Farm No. 1, Song Ning went out with Lance to Farm No. 1 almost every day before dawn for the next week.

He usually finished most of the seed selection, sowing, and seedling cultivation before Lance finished his work, with Lance helping him with the remaining small part.

The workload here is huge, especially at the beginning when things are hectic. But he feels like he was born to do this kind of work. No matter how busy or complicated it is, he can manage the entire Farm No. 1 in an orderly manner.

At first, Lance was worried that he might be too tired and overworked because he was so busy, and he felt sorry for him because he would fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow every day.

When they found that he was completely enjoying it, they stopped trying to persuade him otherwise.

She always tries to get off work early and cook for the two of them. Sometimes when she's too busy, Song Ning will even suggest that they eat at the base's canteen together.

Over time, many people at the base got to know Song Ning, and Song Ning gradually heard that farms one through ten had been rented out by the base to ten different people under various pretexts, and he was one of them.

However, perhaps because they are too busy, Song Ning has not met with them yet.

Furthermore, the ten farms at the base are not connected; instead, they are located in different parts of the base.

Song Ning didn't care much about the others; he was currently focusing all his energy on taking care of Farm No. 1.

After officially taking over Farm No. 1, Song Ning discovered that he was indeed very talented in this area.

The seeds delivered by the base always had a high survival rate when he cultivated them. After the crops were planted, they began to grow in a pleasing manner, and soon the entire No. 1 farm was lush and green, which was very pleasing to the eye.

During this time, Song Ning did not forget to take care of the greenhouse at Lan Si's house when she went home. These were rare moments of quiet time for the two of them to spend together.

After taking care of the crops at home, Song Ning was so tired that she could barely straighten her back.

Yesterday, he took advantage of the good weather to transplant all the seedlings that had been cultivated at Farm No. 1 into the ground. He had been bending over for too long, and now his back feels stiff. When he bends over, his lower back aches and hurts. It's not a pleasant feeling at all.

As he straightened up, his face twitched, a twisted expression of pain flashing across his face, and he almost lost his balance and fell headfirst.

Fortunately, Lance reacted quickly and grabbed him, saving Song Ning from disaster.

However, this movement directly aggravated his already sore lower back muscles, causing his face to twitch as he could barely contain his expression.

Lance immediately saw the key point and, without thinking, picked the person up upright like a baby and carried them back into the house, placing them in their kennel.

"It seems to be a bit serious. You rest for a while while I cook. After you eat, rest for a bit and I'll give you a massage, which should help a lot."

Song Ning wanted to say no, but the pain in his waist made him silently admit defeat.

"……it is good."

"But does Lance know how to give massages?" he asked.

"I have memories of this, and I think I was quite professional in this area."

Since deciding to regain his memories, Lance has not kept it from Song Ning. He often tries to delve into things he remembers in order to find out his true identity.

"Are you a professional in this too?"

Song Ning could hardly help but be surprised, because so far, the result of his and Lance's joint efforts was that they had already discovered too many of Lance's skills.

For example, once when Lance was tidying up his reader, he saw the skill books on it and came over to tell him that he knew many of the things on it.

As a result, their home now has many more small pieces of furniture, and the craftsmanship is even better than the furniture that Song Ning had specially ordered before.

They can even knit sweaters, scarves, and repair electrical appliances.

In addition to some other information that Lance unintentionally revealed, Song Ning now even suspects that Lance's true identity might be a time-traveling, human-shaped version of Doraemon.

Lance nodded.

"It should be. You'll know once you try it."

His tone was relaxed and natural, and Song Ning inexplicably began to look forward to it.

Maybe, like before, Lance really means it when he says he can, and he's actually quite professional?

Then there's hope for his back.

"Ah! Be gentle, it hurts so much!"

There was no hope of saving him; in fact, he was in excruciating pain.

If Song Ning had gone back several tens of minutes, she probably would never have imagined that the massage she had been looking forward to would be so torturous.

Before his death, he had heard some colleagues talk about massages. Some said they were very comfortable, while others said they were so painful that it felt like the masseuse had a grudge against him and he wanted to strangle them.

He never expected that what his colleagues said was actually true.

The force coming from his lower back was considerable. At first, Song Ning only felt soreness and swelling. But as Lance's technique became more and more skillful, he clenched his teeth more and more, feeling so much pain that he wanted to crawl away from those big hands.

Lance was unusually 'cold', his large hands holding Song Ning firmly by gripping her waist.

No matter how hard Song Ning struggled, she couldn't break free.

Lance sighed and gently pressed Song Ning's shoulders and head down. "Hang in there a little longer. You probably strained your back yesterday. If you don't take good care of it, you won't be able to walk properly when you wake up tomorrow."

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been so ruthless as to kill.

Upon hearing this, Song Ning knew there was no room for negotiation. He could only bury his face in the fluffy cat bed and clench his teeth tightly.

"Alright, then you can come."

That look was absolutely perfect; it was as if they were ready to die.

Lance was a little helpless. He temporarily gave up and reached out to gently massage Song Ning's lower back.

"Don't be so tense. The more tense you are, the harder I'll massage you, and you'll be the one who suffers in the end."

He didn't want to, but it was hard to do.

Song Ning turned her head to the side, her hair was messy and damp with sweat, and her eyes were red, making her look particularly pitiful.

"I can't help it, I can't control myself."

This very sight immediately darkened Lance's gaze and caused him to hold his breath for two seconds.

Song Ning happened to meet his deep eyes and instinctively turned over.

"Don't... hiss!"

His cry of pain made Lance's eyes clear again.

"Relax a bit, let's take care of your back first."

"Uh, um."

The room was dimly lit, and the two lovers were both quiet, but the ambiguity and affection in the air were so clear that their heartbeats were pounding, and the atmosphere in the room was tender and intimate.

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