[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

"Didn't I tell you? Keep these things yourself." When Song Ci'an first got these things, he wanted to give them to He Mian, but He Mian refused.

Now that Song Cian took it out again, just after customizing the armor, what it meant was obvious. Song Ci'an wanted to have a clear relationship with himself.

A dense sourness filled his heart, and He Mian felt like he was about to suffocate.

Song Ci'an forced it into He Mian's hands. The two had been together for several worlds. Looking at He Mian's expression, you could tell what he was thinking.

Song Cian looked serious, "I'm not telling you to draw a clear line with you. I will graduate soon. After graduation, I will deposit my salary into this card..."

"So are you handing in your salary card?" He Mian took over and looked at the mole in the corner of Song Cian's eye. The color of the tear nevus is very light and you won’t notice it if you don’t look carefully.

When Song Cian cried, the crystal teardrops would streak across the tear mole, and the end of her eyes would be red and beautiful. He Mian's thinking was somewhat divergent.

"Yes." Song Ci'an squatted down in front of He Mian, so that the tear mole was more obvious under the light, "I can use my salary to support you in the future."

Feed me? He Mian was a little dazed, but more than anything, he was filled with joy, as if there was a happy puppy jumping up and down in his heart.

But in an instant, He Mian regained his calm expression, but the fingers holding the terminal turned a little white, "Raise me? What is your relationship with me? Why do you want to raise me? I think my assets are enough to support me." I don’t need someone to support me in my life.”

The two of them had only known each other for a few days, and if they had a deeper communication, it was nothing more than helping him get through the vulnerable period. So this so-called "raising" is Song Ci'an's gratitude to him, or is it the nestling complex at play.

Maybe Song Ci'an really meant that, but He Mian felt that just confirming feelings in this way was a bit random and frivolous.

He deeply understands that the unclear beginning of a relationship means that it will end unclearly.

He Mian thinks that he is not old and is not what others call an antique. But he is indeed not the kind of person who loves to play and change partners every two or three days.

He felt that a relationship should be taken seriously. If two people decided to be together, it would be better to go through a formal process instead of being so ambiguous.

Song Ci'an adjusted his posture to kneeling on one knee, and took out a small box like a magic trick in his other hand.

The box was opened, revealing the object inside. It was an exquisite ring. The pattern marks engraved on it were relatively rough. It was obvious that the carving had not been completed yet. "I originally planned to take it out after carving it, but now I I think I should take it out in advance and put it on for you."

The time was too short, and Song Cian didn't have time to finish the carving.

Song Cian took out the ring, and could faintly see S and H engraved on it.

Daryl disappeared, and the sound of a needle dropping could be heard in the living room on the first floor. He Mian's ears were filled with the sound of his heartbeat, which made him have tinnitus.

"The carvings are a bit rough and may not look very nice." Song Ci'an continued, "But that doesn't stop me from loving you. I originally wanted to wait for the ring to be engraved and prepare a serious confession, but now I can't wait any longer. ”

It turned out that what I was looking forward to, someone had always taken it seriously and prepared for it, "I like it very much." He Mian's voice trembled slightly, "I like the ring very much, and I also like you very much."

He Mian stretched out his long and bony fingers, adjusted his breathing, and said, "Put it on for me."

"Okay." Song Cian gently held He Mian's finger, put the ring on He Mian solemnly and seriously, and then placed a soft kiss on the back of He Mian's hand.

Song Cian squatted and looked up at He Mian, her eyes sparkling as if they were filled with stars, "Amian, I want to kiss you, is that okay?"

He Mian felt that his throat was a little dry. Looking at Song Cian who was squatting obediently in front of him, he couldn't say a word of rejection, and he didn't want to say, "Okay."

Song Cian stood up, put his hands on the sofa, and held He Mian in his arms.

A gentle kiss fell on He Mian's eyes, straight nose, and finally his thin lips. A kiss like a dragonfly dripping water, barely tasted.

The gentle kiss and slightly cool lips made He Mian want to cry. It seems that it carries a heavy past and has experienced thousands of years of wind and snow. The trembling that belongs to the soul screams that the person in front of him belongs to him from now on, only to him.

The exciting moment has passed, and 001 can no longer hold it in, "Host, when did you get the ring? Why didn't I know about it??"

001 is puzzled, 001 is puzzled, and 001 is confused. He lives in Song Ci'an's sea of ​​​​consciousness, and he is together with one person all the time, except for Guan Xiaoheiwu! My host bought the ring and carved it on it, why didn’t he know that!

Song Cian looked at her messy hair in the mirror, "Have you had a good time with 1314 during this time?"

"Su, host, how do you know?" 001 felt slightly guilty. During this period of time, he would play with 1314 when he was free. It seemed that he did not stay with Song Ci'an all the time.

Song Cian raised her eyebrows, said nothing, and straightened her messy hair.

Okay, 001 finally remembered that he seemed to have mentioned something to Song Ci'an a few days ago.

It's strange that these days, as a system, people can forget things. Could it be that the memory is full and some of the disks are jammed? Can't?

The day before the banquet, all the invited people rushed back to the main planet, where Song Cian was located. This gathering is a large-scale fixed banquet held once a year, and all the generals of the border planet need to come back.

This banquet is mainly to discuss how to deal with the Zerg. In recent years, the Zerg has become more and more arrogant and has repeatedly invaded planets on the edge of the empire.

The low-level Zerg are not intelligent, but they are numerous and reproduce extremely quickly, and the empire is deeply troubled by them.

The dress for the party has been ordered in advance. The designer respectfully held the dress on the tray and said, "Sir, you can try it on in advance. If it doesn't fit or you are not satisfied with it, we will make modifications immediately."

He Mian was sitting on the sofa in the back, the sun shining in was a bit dazzling.

The designer was sent by the royal family to show the importance they attached to Song Ci'an. Of course, there are also hidden little thoughts.

He Mian stood up and Song Ci'anfu had already put on his dress and walked out of the room. The buttons around his neck were a little tight. Song Cian stretched out her hand to unbutton the collar. But one hand touched the button first and unbuttoned it, revealing a slender neck with teeth marks on it.

The bright tooth marks were surrounded by a green color, which seemed to indicate sovereignty. There was a ring on the unbuttoned hand.

The designer bowed his head respectfully and took a step back, leaving enough space for the two of them.

After unbuttoning the buttons and smoothing out the wrinkles on his clothes, He Mian reached out and took the last thing on the tray.