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

So he reversed the order of the words that had not yet been spoken.

"I've been used to living alone for a long time. Quietness is good, isn't it?"

Song Shutong frowned, looking at the worthless smile on his face, his brows furrowed widely.

"Now I finally understand why my mother said that women should see more of the world."

Rong Xuan tilted his head in confusion again. He wondered if he learned this habit from the fox in the snowy mountains. It was very similar.

"Don't men need to see more of the world?"

Song Shutong took a look at the bright and beautiful robes he wore to show off to outsiders, then looked around and confirmed that the temple was naturally simple (there was nothing on it), quiet and leisurely (no one was around).

The anger in her eyes just now disappeared, and instead became extremely complicated.

"My mother may not know, but she may know after she meets you, because being treated poorly due to inexperienced people is not something that only happens to women."

After saying this in one breath, Song Shutong felt that the depression in his heart had finally eased a little.

On the surface, Rong Xuan still looked obedient, with a clear look in her beautiful eyes, and she listened to Song Shutong's words in a daze.

"Should we go in? It's cold outside and your clothes are too thin."

There were no outsiders present, although Song Shutong had warned himself not to have close contact with Rong Xuan again when he was on the bird just now.

But at this moment she knew it was impossible. In such a big temple, she was the only servant of the god. How could she keep a distance from this lonely commander?

So she simply grabbed Rong Xuan's wrist through the silk and brought him in.

She walked in a hurry. Miss Song, who had never suffered any hardship in her life, couldn't wait to see what the place where she would live in the future would look like.

Rong Xuan is much taller than Song Shutong, so she can remain calm despite her hurried steps.

The silver-white fluorescent bead necklace wrapped around the scarlet robe made a crisp sound with every step.

You won’t give up until you reach the Yellow River. The first one to reach it will die first.

After seeing the situation inside the hall clearly, Song Shutong felt the bones in his back soften and he almost fell to his knees.

The temple was spacious yet crowded. After quickly walking around the temple, Song Shutong tearfully gave this evaluation of his future home.

It's empty because, with so many rooms, there's not even a bed, if you call that long piece of golden wood a bed.

The density comes from the flowers and plants growing in the hall in violation of natural laws.

Although she didn't recognize most of them, she could still realize how precious they were.

Realizing this, a cold light flashed in Song Shutong's eyes.

Rong Xuan had been following Song Shutong. Seeing her standing there for a long time without saying anything, he turned half of his body from behind her and leaned in front of her.

Seeing the little storm in her eyes, Rong Xuan felt like saying a few words in defense of the venerables.

"I don't have any use for most of the worldly things. These children have slowly appeared around me since I was born."

Song Shutong was even more shocked. He had been abused since he was a child, and the place where he lived was overgrown with flowers and weeds that were not removed.

This is how the treasures of the world are treated on the Holy Mountain.

Yes, after Rong Xuan finished speaking, the spiritual plants that were originally considered precious in Song Shutong's discerning eyes turned into weeds.

The intelligent beings listened to what Rong Xuan said and felt that what the Son of God said today was a little strange.

But what's so strange about it, I can't tell.

The plants that had slept for too long, like Rong Xuan, were waiting for Song Shutong's reply.

"I'm going out tomorrow. If I don't bring anything back, I'll just take all this away. Do you mind?"

Rong Xuan took a look at these things and said without hesitation: "I don't mind, you can do whatever you want with them."

When he said this, it was as gentle as a spring breeze and rain, but when 'those things' heard it, they burst into tears, as miserable as the wind and rain.

Rong Shutong couldn't hear it, and Rong Xuan looked at Song Shutong with a smile on his face as he began to use all the knowledge about palace fighting in his mind, and he also seemed to be unable to hear it.

............

After returning from the bathhouse at night, Song Shutong changed into white pajamas, covered the long piece of golden wood with bedding, and took out the fluffy pillow made by the maid in the Song mansion.

After putting the pillow away and patting it, Song Shutong thought of Rong Xuan.

Even though that idiot has slept on the dry wood for his entire life, now that I'm here, there's no need for him to suffer another night of grievance.

Song Shutong had already completed the logical consistency when he made the storage bracelet.

The original reason why she wanted to keep a distance from him was simply because she was afraid that other people in the temple would notice that Rong Xuan had a special attitude towards her.

Now, she and Rong Xuan are the only two people who can be considered alive, so there is naturally no need to be superstitious about this.

And why was she afraid that others would find out that she and Rong Xuan had a special relationship?

Song Shutong walked towards Rong Xuan's bedroom with a look of gloom on his face.

It was probably just a matter of people's hearts changing, and he couldn't be controlled by her, so it would be a good idea to simply not start.

But now that he has really come to Rong Xuan's side, Song Shutong has quietly changed his mind.

Here, there are only two of them.

With Rong Xuan's innocent and silly look, she was afraid that he would never know even if she locked him up for his whole life.

She is a lustful person, and anyone who is familiar with her will not doubt this.

Lord Son of God, if you want to blame me, then blame yourself first. Why was that day so beautiful and shining?

Why must I be so naive that I could be easily fooled by her?

Why never refuse any of her requests.

If anyone should be blamed, it should be the people on this holy mountain. They did not arrange any guards around the treasure, allowing a little girl like her with little spiritual power to steal the most beautiful treasure in the world.

They lived here quietly, without letting anyone know, so that no little mouse would covet her things.

When he arrived outside Rong Xuan's door, Song Shutong knocked on the door three times. When he didn't hear Rong Xuan's reply, he knocked three more times, but still got no response.

Miss Song, who had never been left outside for so long, pushed the door open and walked in.

But the scene before her made her stare blankly.

Rong Xuan was actually getting dressed. The red dress that had dazzled her eyes during the day was loosely draped over her snow-white undershirt, and her long hair, like a waterfall, was scattered a little messily.

Song Shutong's eyes quickly swept across his jade-like neck, then he lowered his eyes and leaned against the door frame with a calm posture.

Although she grew up in the mountains, she did not show any shyness, but this well-off lady from the mountains was blushing.

Her already extremely beautiful face became even more vivid at this moment. Her holy and bright eyes shone with a sparkling light and were obviously panicked.

Looking at Rong Xuan's pink skin, the originally calm Song Shutong was also infected by him and became a little more shy.

She leaned over and cleared her throat to urge him on.

"Get dressed quickly."

Then the wicked ones filed the complaint first.

"Why did you go to bed so early? I knocked on the door and you didn't say anything. I'll teach you a lesson."