Dressing in a dog-blood romance and engaging in lily[Quick Transmigration]

Jing Nian quickly ran downstairs, passing the parking lot without stopping, although Song Ci'an forcefully gave her a car key so that she could drive if she had something to do, but she didn't intend to use it.

Because even if this is an illogical and bloody article, it is impossible for people to immediately acquire skills that they did not know before. In reality, Jing Nian is just a poor orphan. He has no conditions and no need to learn a driver's license. Anyway, she also bought it. Can't afford a car.

When she walked to the gate of the community, the taxi she called just now was already parked there. She opened the door and panted and said quickly, "Master, go to Bandu Bar!"

She reported the address that the woman had said, the master didn't say much, just unscrewed the engine and started to start, Jing Nian leaned on the back seat to calm his breathing, stared out of the window and became dazed.

The situation now has nothing to hide.

Song Ci'an must have liked her.

She is not a fool, it is impossible not to distinguish the feelings of the other party. She was just avoiding and unwilling to face this fact, which made them peacefully coexist under the illusion for so long.

Tonight's incident was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, breaking the barrier that neither of them dared to poke through.

She smiled wryly.

I'm afraid I also fell in love with Song Ci'an unknowingly.

Habits are a terrible thing.

I'm used to Song Ci'an looking at her quietly.

I am used to the days when Song Ci'an accompanied her silently.

I'm used to it too... The other party likes it quietly.

'System, let me ask you, can I fall in love with others in this world? '

[Yes, as long as the task can be completed, the host can do anything in this world. 】

As expected, the system is easy to talk about. In fact, since it came to this world, the system has almost been in a state of being hidden for the rest of the time, except for reporting on mission-related matters.

In addition to the so-called "tasks", her degree of freedom is actually quite large.

She asked again: "Then can I... take the object of love away?" '

[The host wants to take Song Ci'an away? 】

[This is impossible, Song Ci'an is just a passerby in a book, maybe a string of words, a code. 】

[And... I hope the host can think carefully, your time in this world is running out. 】

Jing Nian's eyes suddenly became sore, she closed her eyes tiredly, her heart sank to the bottom.

Obviously, the system has seen what she has done these days, and also understands who she is talking about.

After a while, she couldn't help asking again: "Is there really no way?"

The system's answer is decisive: [It is absolutely impossible, the host can give up. 】

【Actually, I am very curious. I can feel that the host has always regarded resurrection as the highest goal. Why do these redundant feelings arise? 】

The system asked very frankly, like something that an emotionless artificial intelligence would be curious about, but Jing Nian himself couldn't figure it out.

Her current goal is still to be resurrected, and everything she does is to be able to come back to life one day in the future. This idea has never changed, and it has become more and more determined.

But Song Ci'an is a variable.

an unknown variable.

If I had to say why, it might be—"I can't control things like feelings." '

The system seems to understand, [Humans are really complicated creatures. ] It paused for a moment, and continued: [But through testing, if the host chooses to fall in love, there is an 80.00% chance of being stumbled, and the goal of resurrection will not be achieved. 】

Jing Nian didn't speak any more, she kept looking out of the window in silence.

Soon, the taxi arrived at the destination. Jing Nian looked at the neon signboard, paid the driver and said, "Master, can you wait for me here? I'll go in and pick someone up, maybe later." And make your car."

The driver took the money, glanced at her, nodded and said, "Okay, hurry up!"

Jing Nian pushed open the car door and walked towards the bar. After entering, he seemed to have entered another world. The lights hurt his eyes, and the music was deafening.

She stood by the door and looked around a few times, and soon found her target.

In a relatively corner booth, Song Ci'an was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, and beside her were two women who were drinking.

Even the lights in the bar are colored, Song Ci'an's face turns red and turns green, looking dreamy.

Jing Nian raised his legs and walked over, stood in front of the two women, and said, "Hello, I'm Jing Nian, here to pick up Song Ci'an."

The woman with a pair of peach eyes looked up at her, her eyes were a little wandering, obviously drunk, she smiled with her tongue out: "Hehehe, Nian Nian... Nian Nian is here."

Listening to the voice, this should be the one who called her before.

Jing Nian took a step forward, and neatly held up Song Ci'an's arm, another woman who had been silent all this time quickly gave her hand, and successfully lifted the drunken Song Ci'an up.

She looked at the woman and said, "Then let's go first."

The silent woman nodded, still not speaking.

Jing Nian supported Song Ci'an and began to walk out. Fortunately, although Song Ci'an was a little taller, he was not very heavy. Although he was dragged a little staggeringly, he could barely walk a few steps by relying on her.

Leaving the noisy bar, the breeze blowing outside immediately blew away the noise she had been contaminated with just now. She searched and found that the driver just now hadn't left, and was waiting for her under a street lamp.

She dragged Song Ci'an over, opened the car door and pushed him in, and then got in herself.

"Master, go back to where we started just now."

The driver obviously saw the drunk and unconscious Song Ci'an, turned his head around the car, glanced at him and said, "You won't spit in my car, will you?"

Jing Nian hugged Song Ci'an, who was leaning to the other side, into his arms, and smiled: "No, I'll give you extra money on the bus."

The driver didn't say anything more, and took them back home quietly all the way.

Jing Nian gave the money, and with a little effort dragged Song Ci'an upstairs.

This is a sigh of relief.

She poured a glass of warm water, first drank it in one gulp, then poured another glass, and then ran to Song Ci'an's room to feed Song Ci'an who was lying on the bed.

After a few sips, she couldn't feed it anymore. She put the cup on the bedside table, cleaned up the wet towel for Song Ci'an, and then stuffed him into the bed.

Just as she turned off the light and was about to leave, Song Ci'an grabbed her hand.

"Niannian...don't go..."

Jing Nian turned around and squatted down again, seeing that Song Ci'an hadn't woken up, but just closed her eyes and whimpered a few times like a kitten, she was inexplicably relieved.

In this situation, she really didn't know how to face Song Ci'an.

The night light by the bed was not that bright, and I could barely see the outline of the person in front of me, as well as her frowning brows and the sparkle at the corners of her eyes.

Jing Nian stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles between her brows, and then wiped away the tear.

She sighed, stared at Song Ci'an and whispered: "You don't like me, okay?"

"Song Ci'an, I dare not like you..."

She leaned down lightly, and placed a superficial kiss on Song Ci'an's lips.

With a complicated look, he said, "I'm sorry."

Finally, she stood up.

The expression on his face was almost nihilistic, and he laughed at himself like laughing: "I am a very selfish person."

Turning to leave, the door was closed.

In the darkness, there was Song Ci'an's restless sleeping face.

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It's one thing to love, another thing to fall in love.

This woman, Jing Nian, is finally talking!

Although there have been some breakthroughs in the relationship, they will not be officially together in the first world (give up)

They still need the final running-in to remove all obstacles before they can be together without any grievances.

Alas, two women with stories...