Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

After hearing what Rong Xuan said, Song Shutong showed sarcasm on his face.

"You're dreaming."

She hated being bound, let alone such arrogant thoughts.

Own her, as a collectible item?

Rong Xuan looked at Song Shutong, feeling every bit of pain she brought him.

There was an illusory tenderness on Duan Ruyuehua's face. He forcefully pressed his fingers into her white and fragile fingertips, clasping their fingers together.

Song Shutong's fingers were cold due to excessive blood loss, but Rong Xuan was even colder than her, like a thousand years of wind and snow.

She had held his hand before, and it had never been as cold as it was at this moment. The shock caused by this contrast prevented her from shaking off her hand immediately.

However, Song Shutong's momentary concession allowed Rong Xuan to become more aggressive.

He held Song Shutong in his arms, and Song Shutong reflexively wanted to push his chest away like she did every time before, with an undisguised look of surprise on her pretty face.

The person who could be pushed away like a feather in the past now seemed like an immovable mountain. No matter how hard she tried, she could not shake him even a little bit.

How could Song Shutong not understand this?

The various weaknesses he had shown in front of her in the past, and she had once guessed that it was a joke among jokes that he was constrained by the venerables on the Holy Mountain.

If he wanted to cooperate with her, she would take the initiative, but if he was unwilling, then she would be no different from a powerless child.

But she is no longer a child...

She had compromised with her father and mother many times, but facing Rong Xuan, who was much stronger than both of them, she no longer had the energy to pretend.

The intact hand was held tightly by Rong Xuan and he couldn't break free, so he had to use the injured hand.

Song Shutong didn't care about his own injuries at all. He used his injured hand as the last fulcrum and pressed it tightly against his chest to prevent him from getting any closer.

There was no smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with naked provocation, even though any resistance from her would be meaningless.

The fake expression on Rong Xuan's face was like a mask, completely devoid of the clear and natural aura that he had when they first met.

Those eyes emitting golden light were filled with emptiness and some unspeakable sadness. The smile on the corners of his lips deepened, becoming more beautiful and more bitter.

But after being deceived by him for so long, Song Shutong would no longer be soft-hearted towards him.

"What are you pretending for? Aren't you pretending enough? What are you doing now with all this?!"

Rong Xuan placed his hand behind her head and stroked her hair gently. The movement was very gentle, even timid.

Song Shutong thought that he would refute what she said, and even that the two of them could finally have a quarrel as she had imagined, instead of being in a stalemate and leaving her trapped in a ball of cotton.

But he avoided it again: "Because I want you to feel sorry for me like you did before."

Song Shutong asked in confusion: "When have I ever felt sorry for you? Are you dreaming?"

He nodded again after hearing this: "Yes, I was dreaming, and I never woke up from the dream."

When he said this, he smiled gently, blocking all of Song Shutong's sarcasm.

This Jade Mountain seems to be collapsing.

The injury on Song Shutong's left hand became more serious due to her actions. The bright red blood dyed Rong Xuan's blue robe red, making his gentleness seem so poignant.

Rong Xuan begged her: "Let me heal your wounds, please."

Song Shutong was completely confused by his eyes, and even her anger became a joke.

What the hell is this guy doing? He looks so pitiful.

But she was the one who was imprisoned and forced, wasn't she?

Since he couldn't get her love, he kept her trapped in this illusion, ignoring her will and repeating it over and over again, arrogant and disgusting.

But the way he looks now makes him seem like the victim.

What is he doing? What on earth is he trying to do?

Song Shutong looked at his pale face. In the past, he was always said to be as beautiful as jade. Now he really was as beautiful as jade.

The blood was already flowing, making her world seem vague and cold.

She wanted to continue to fight for her dignity with words, and wanted to win this spiritual battle by hurting Rong Xuan, but a layer of white mist suddenly covered her eyes and she could not say anything.

The pale face became very sleepy.

Rong Xuan placed his hands behind her head to support her back and prevent her from falling, but this time, he didn't dare to hug her against her will.

Instead, he released her and gave her freedom.

He is a very stupid person in relationships, and he always does whatever Song Shutong teaches him.

He held her hand against his chest: "Please."

Tears fell from Rong Xuan's eyes, which were filled with spring water. They slowly slid down her delicate jawbone and dripped onto Song Shutong's wrist.

Song Shutong was speechless, she didn't know what to do, but feeling his tears, she finally nodded gently.

This tiny piece of information immediately brought a smile back to Rong Xuan's face.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Song Shutong's wound. There was no erotic meaning in his words. His beautiful face was full of piety and holiness.

Rong Xuan lowered his head, allowing Song Shutong to see the bones behind his neck.

The kiss was gentle but warm, dispelling the coldness from her body.

The hideous wound that had lasted for months disappeared in an instant, and her forearm returned to its former smoothness.

Her body was very soft, and he had mastered all the means she could use to fight back, but he still didn't hug her.

Song Shutong was completely confused. Rong Xuan made her very confused. She didn't know what methods and tricks to use to deal with him.

She had known it long ago, she had always known that whenever she saw him, her inner desires would be magnified and all her emotions would overflow, so it was always so difficult for her to disguise herself in front of him.

So she thought that her behavior in front of him was very unpleasant.

So, why did he treat her like this, why did he love her.

They had only known each other for a short time, so why did he have such an obsession?

Song Shutong didn't understand. Her cheeks, which had turned rosy again, returned to calm. She asked Rong Xuan.

"What on earth do you want, just that I love you?"

Rong Xuan shook his head, the ringtone became clear and ethereal, and that pure smile appeared on his face again.

"I do not want anything."

As he finished speaking, Song Shutong felt dizzy, and the illusory white mist became thicker.

She seemed to hear something, someone's voice.

So gentle, yet so sad.

The sun shone on her body, the sound of wind blowing was in her ears, and the fragrance of lotus lingered at her nose.

It also carries the mysterious fragrance of Rong Xuan, which makes people addicted.

Recalling the plum blossoms, I went to Xizhou and picked some to send to Jiangbei.

The single shirt is apricot red, and the temples are the color of crow chicks.

Where is Xizhou? Two oars to cross the bridge.

At dusk, the shrike flies, and the wind blows the black locust tree.

......

Picking lotus in South Pond in autumn, the lotus flowers are taller than people.

I bent down to pick up the lotus seeds, they are as clear as water.

Put the lotus in your sleeve, and the lotus heart will turn completely red.

Thinking of my lover who has not come, I look up at the flying geese.

.......

The railing has twelve curves, and the hanging hands are as bright as jade.

The sky is high when the curtains are rolled up, and the sea water is green in the sky.

The dream of sea water is long, the king is worried and I am also worried.

The south wind knows what I want, blowing dreams to Xizhou.

Song Shutong was in a trance, and followed the voice and recited softly.

"The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou."

The wind picked up.