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

Tang Jiao touched his face. There was no roundness at all, and it was so thin that there was no feeling at all.

Obviously, Xiao Jingchuan held her face again this afternoon, kneaded it, and praised her for being so cute...

Tang Jiao frowned, slowly moved to the ground and put on his slippers.

He left the room silently. A dim ceiling light was on in the corridor, and Xiao Jingchuan's bedroom was on the left.

Xiao Jingchuan is sleeping inside now.

As if being pulled by something, Tang Jiao turned around and stood at the door.

She stood quietly, her blank eyes falling on the little rabbit wind chime hanging on the door.

It was her little rabbit hair tie that she found on the cabinet in Xiao Jingchuan's bedroom last year.

When they first met, she clumsily used a bunny instead of a strap, and used tissue to make a crude bandage on the boy's bruised back.

Two years later, the rabbit was strung with a big bell by Tang Jiao and transformed into a small rabbit wind chime. It was hung at the door of Xiao Jingchuan's bedroom and became Tang Jiao's exclusive calling bell.

As long as she shook her head, Xiao Jingchuan would open the door.

Although, he always said with a teasing smile: Brother is very welcome to come in directly.

But Tang Jiao never tired of it, "ding bell, ding bell~". In two seconds, Xiao Jingchuan would appear in front of her eyes. She felt so happy.

Xiao Jingchuan is also as sweet as glutinous rice.

Tang Jiao's fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, and stopped when he was about to touch the rabbit's ears.

The overly white and slender hand moved half an inch and silently touched the door panel.

She wanted to see Xiao Jingchuan very, very much.

Tang Jiao felt empty in his heart. The more he couldn't sleep at night, the more he thought about it.

Wearing plain beige loose cotton and linen pajamas, she stood tirelessly at the door of Xiao Jingchuan. Even standing closer to him through the door seemed to relieve the panicking emptiness in her heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Jiao moved his slightly numb legs, and the emptiness in his heart seemed to transfer to his stomach.

She seemed to be hungry, her stomach was empty and hungry, her stomach was churning with acid, and it was burning like fire.

A feeling of being very hungry and so empty that I want to vomit.

Tang Jiao groped downstairs, walked into the dim kitchen, and found a bag of jelly in the refrigerator.

She trembled her fingers and eagerly tried to pull away the ring on the suction mouth, but the plastic strip broke midway.

Tang Jiao slowly lowered his head and looked at the broken plastic strip on the ground.

A sudden wave of frustration and pain swept over him.

Pain ripped through her stomach, frustration attacking her fragile brain.

It's just that she couldn't sleep at night and was hungry. Why did she feel so painful? It was like her empty stomach was weighing on her nerves, falling, falling, accelerating.

It seemed like it was about to break at any moment.

Tang Jiao held the jelly bag, covering his stomach, and stumbled to the cooking table.

Under the wall-mounted cupboard, there were a few small lamps that were dim enough to barely see.

Eighteen kinds of kitchen utensils used by Aunt Juan to show off her cooking skills are hung on the wall.

The scissors were hung at the very edge, within reach of Tang Jiao.

But when she was about to get it, the fruit knife next to her inexplicably attracted her attention.

Before this, Tang Jiao had never thought that the curvature of the blade of a fruit knife could be so beautiful and sharp...

It's like, it can cut through anything with grace.

For example, a jelly bag with a broken tab.

Tang Jiao moved his hand and took out the fruit knife.

The blade of the blade shone like a white blade under the dark light, extremely dazzling.

Tang Jiao seemed to be attracted by the white light, and he didn't even notice that the jelly bag in his hand fell to the ground.

Will it be sharp?

Like this light.

Tang Jiao unconsciously touched the blade of the knife with his fingertips and rubbed it gently, feeling a numb pain like an ant bite that disappeared in a flash.

A drop of blood came out from the fingertips, just one drop.

It didn't hurt, but it seemed to erase a trace of another kind of pain on her body.

Tang Jiao felt a strange excitement appear in Kong Mang's mind, as if it could save her from the empty peace that she had been feeling for days.

The double-ring platinum bracelet Xiao Jingchuan gave her also shone silver in the night, making her wrist so white and transparent.

The pulse beat regularly from movement to movement.

In this confusing silent night, it attracts special attention.

The blade gradually approached the subtle beating undulations.

The cold blade touched the warm and fragile skin, causing an inexplicable tremor of excitement.

Tang Jiao's eyes were dull and dark, but the corners of his mouth slowly opened an arc...

"What are you doing."

A familiar voice, with frightening tension, suddenly broke into Tang Jiao's blank mind.

Her hand shook, and the blade of the fruit knife cut through the white skin and fell to the ground.

Xiao Jingchuan's face changed drastically, and he rushed over to grab Tang Jiao's hand. He saw with his own eyes a trace of red as thin as hair on her wrist.

A destructive fear, like real pain, swept through the young man's body. His face was instantly covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with pain.

"Tang Jiaojiao, what are you doing?"

He held Tang Jiao's arm so hard that she made a sound of pain.

Tang Zixing's round eyes were full of panic that had not returned to consciousness for a long time, and her pale lips moved slightly.

"I, I don't know... I just want to open the jelly, I, I don't know..."

Crystal tears rolled down, burning the back of Xiao Jingchuan's hand.

"Xiao Jingchuan, Xiao Jingchuan, am I crazy... I don't know what happened just now. I just missed you so much, and then I was very, very hungry. I just wanted to open jelly..."

The vulnerability, confusion and fear on Tang Jiao's face were the most terrifying weapons in the world for Xiao Jingchuan.

He hugged the panicked girl tightly, his big hands tightly binding her back, as if he was trying to retract his lost ribs.

The young man's voice was hoarse and tight, trembling as he said:

"It's okay, Jiaojiao, it's okay, Xiao Jingchuan is here. I'm holding you."

Tang Jiao's whole body fell softly into Xiao Jingchuan's broad and warm embrace. He was tightly imprisoned, and even his breathing felt blocked.

However, after torturing her for a whole night, she felt unprecedented satisfaction at this moment.

She bit the clothes on Xiao Jingchuan's chest and sobbed softly, "I miss you so much, Xiao Jingchuan, I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."

Xiao Jingchuan's heart felt too painful.

His baby, in his arms, cried and said she missed him.

The boy's straight back leaned down, his slender arms kept tightening, and he didn't know how to hug him tighter.

"Jiaojiao, I'm here, I love you, Jiaojiao, brother loves you."

"Uuuuuu, Xiao Jingchuan, I have no home, I have no home..."

Tang Jiao tightly hugged Xiao Jingchuan's waist with both hands, and the knuckles they held were so tense that they turned white. He sobbed and expressed the hesitation and fear that she had been unable to express under her calm surface.

Like a poor child who has been lost for a long time but doesn't dare to ask for directions.

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes suddenly hurt, red blood shot out of the corners of his eyes, and his voice became extremely hoarse.

"I give."

"Brother will give you a home that only belongs to the two of us."