The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao raised his eyes and looked at the young man with an increasingly sharp outline, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

"Xiao Jingchuan, you have lost weight."

"Being made thin by someone's anger."

He turned his fingertips from pinching to caressing, gently stroking the slightly pale skin, "If you don't like living in a dormitory, just stay here and be obedient."

Xiao Jingchuan frowned again in disgust: "The house Qin Li rented with you is too shabby. The door can be kicked open with just a kick. It's not safe."

That's great for you here.

Tang Jiao complained silently in his heart, picking his fingers with his neatly trimmed and bare nail edges.

"Then...then I can go home and live."

"Don't you want to live at home?"

Xiao Jingchuan lowered his head and held her masochistic fingers, patiently opening the knuckles one by one, and spoke in a normal tone.

"How do you—"

Tang Jiao was confused, and then thought that Xiao Jingchuan had just sent her home, but she had run out in the heavy rain.

But it's just obvious that I don't want to live at home.

"Is something going on at home?"

Xiao Jingchuan recalled that Tang Jiao's family had met once in the hospital, and they looked like parents who cared about their daughter.

Tang Jiao was silent, looking at his knuckles that were being gently kneaded and played with.

At that time, she stood in the shadow of the entrance, listening to the cheerful chatter and laughter coming from the other side of the dining table.

Tang Mi did not go to school due to heavy rain. Fang Fang rushed back to cook for her during lunch break. Tang Zhongyi, who worked not far away, also went home.

It turns out they had so many topics to talk about at the family dinner table without her.Tang Mi kept acting coquettishly and making jokes, telling little gossips about school, while Fang Fang and Tang Zhongyi laughed and kept urging her to eat more vegetables.

Tang Mi said with a smile: "Mom, let dad take us to the south of the city on weekends. I want to ride a roller coaster and ride a horse! Anyway, my sister often doesn't come back on weekends recently, so it would be better for just the three of us to go and enjoy all the facilities!"

Tang Jiao quietly closed the door and retreated.

She took the bus again in the rain and returned to the rental house that had taken her in for a week.

"What are you thinking about?"

The palm of his hand was pinched, Tang Jiao came to his senses and shook his head.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it." Xiao Jingchuan raised his eyelids lightly, grabbed a cat pillow and stuffed it into Tang Jiao's arms, with an attitude that would not refuse.

"Stay here for as long as you like."

Tang Jiao silently withdrew his hand.

The expression on Xiao Jingchuan's face was startled, and he moved his knuckles in vain, his eyes suddenly darkened.

The next second, the girl's delicate and soft skin gently covered the back of his hand.With his knuckles like green onions, he carefully opened the blood-stained cloth.

Tang Jiao frowned and carefully touched the large and bleeding scab.

"Does it hurt?"

His little face was full of concern and distress, and his voice was soft and thin, as if he was afraid of hurting him.

Xiao Jingchuan suddenly smiled, "It doesn't hurt. What about you?"

Tang Jiao looked at his arm and shook it: "It's ready. It can be removed, but I didn't have time."

Pulling out the medical kit, Tang Jiao squatted in front of Xiao Jingchuan's knees, clumsily helping him treat his wounds.

"Why is it so injured? There are several layers of scabs on it, and they are torn open and bleeding."

"Don't look at it. It's okay. Pay attention to the bleeding. Have you ever seen those fighting games on TV? I just played a few games with others and recovered in two days."

"Not dizzy."

Tang Jiao raised his head and glared at him disapprovingly: "Play, how can you play like this! Your hands are going to be useless!"

"Such beautiful hands are disfigured..." She whispered, feeling extremely distressed.

Xiao Jingchuan shut up, smiled, and stared at the little girl with lowered eyes.

She frowned, pouring the hydrogen peroxide, and hissing softly as if in pain.

"Does it still hurt? Bear with it, I'll do it gently."

The girl lowered her head and gently blew the wound for him, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she carefully cut the gauze and bandaged it.

The craftsmanship was actually better than when they first met.

"Wild bamboo shoots."

"Ok?"

Tang Jiao was busy with his hands and didn't look up.

"You look up."

"How--"

The handsome face of the young man suddenly leaned down and came close to his eyes.

Tang Jiao's heart lifted, and a warm and soft touch came from his forehead.

One kiss, one touch and it's gone.

Xiao Jingchuan stretched out his arms and hugged the girl's soft body into his arms.

"I'm back and I won't leave again."

As if he had already seen through her hidden uneasiness, the young man's voice was hoarse and solemn.

Tang Jiao pressed his forehead against his tight and strong waist, his eyelashes blinking wildly.

After a long time, she made a low hum with a lump in her throat.

He raised his trembling hands and hugged Xiao Jingchuan's strong waist tightly.

Xiao Jingchuan held the back of Tang Jiao's head, breathing deeply, trembling slightly and sighing: "Good girl."

"I'm sorry, I came back too late and made you feel wronged."

Tang Jiao buried himself in Xiao Jingchuan's arms and shook his head, only holding his waist tightly.

The corners of Xiao Jingchuan's eyes were red, and his face was full of pain.

He bent down and picked up Tang Jiao, who was squatting on the ground, and sat him on his lap. He patted the trembling girl with his big palms.

"You can cry, it's okay, just cry, I'm here."

"woo woo woo woo……"

Tang Jiao raised his hands and hugged Xiao Jingchuan's neck, whimpering like a wounded cub and finally let out his voice.

The showers, accompanied by the night wind, pattered against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The warm lamp is on, the carpet is carpeted, and the living room is full of warmth.

The two isolated islands with gaps finally met, merged, and embraced each other tightly.

……

Eleven at night.

Tang Jiao was lying on the bed, covered with a fluffy quilt, refusing to close his eyes.

His dark eyes stared straight at Xiao Jingchuan, who was sitting beside the bed.

"I'm not sleepy. Close your eyes and sleep."

There was a dim night light on the bedside. Xiao Jingchuan's eyebrows softened and he whispered: "Sleep peacefully. I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving. I'll be in the room next to you tonight."

"Xiao Jingchuan, you're back." Tang Jiao suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Well, I'm back."

Xiao Jingchuan raised his hand and rubbed his head.

"I'm going to find you..."

Tang Jiao grabbed the quilt and covered half of his face, his eyes traced the young man's face with nostalgia, and murmured: "Actually, I go to find you every day."

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes trembled.

Tenderness trickling like water rushes through the bottom of my heart, bringing waves of tingling.

He raised his hand and pulled down the quilt, revealing the girl's cherry lips biting her lower lip.

His deep black eyes stared closely at the soft lips.

Tang Jiaoyu's eyelashes trembled slightly with his scorching gaze, and his clear eyes showed a hint of nervousness.

Xiao Jingchuan leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes tightly locked on Tang Jiao's twinkling gaze.

"Tang Jiaojiao, I will tell you the answer now."

The young man's voice was low and magnetic, with a seductive slowness: "Which university will I go to-"

Tang Jiao took a deep breath and fluttered his long eyelashes.

Xiao Jingchuan lowered his body, leaned close to Tang Jiao's ear, and whispered the answer.

"depends on you."

Looking at the girl's stunned face, he raised the corners of his lips and leaned forward.

A gentle kiss fell on the girl's white forehead.

Tang Jiao's breathing stagnated, and then his heart beat uncontrollably.

Which university Xiao Jingchuan will go to depends on her...

Does this mean...

Xiao Jingchuan chose to stay with her all the time?

Does it mean... Xiao Jingchuan also likes her?

Tang Zixing's round black eyes were moist, looking straight at the handsome young man with a smile on his face, and he stumbled as soon as he spoke.

"Just now, was it Xiao Jingchuan certification again?"

Xiao Jingchuan smiled and put his hand on the side of her pillow, showing his lazy and evil sexiness.

"It's also a goodnight kiss for a good kid."

Ahhh——!

Tang Jiao screamed in his heart!

The legs hidden under the quilt twisted uncontrollably, and the toes curled up shyly.

But on his face, he suppressed the curling of the corners of his lips, turned his eyes away crookedly, and spoke softly and coquettishly.

"Then, I'll go to sleep, brother Jingchuan, good night!"

After saying that, he quickly pulled up the quilt and covered his entire face.

Xiao Jingchuan stayed by the bed until Tang Jiao fell into a peaceful dream.

No one saw the crazy overbearing possessiveness and sinister paranoia in his eyes.

His little rose was finally included in his territory.