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

After Tang Jiao and Wan Meimei had dinner, they went directly back to the laboratory.

As soon as I started working, it was almost 10 o'clock in the evening.

Put the laboratory away, check the equipment, turn off the lights and lock the door.

Wan Meimei rubbed her shoulders and sighed:

"Oh, I kept working until 10 o'clock and asked you to live in the school. You didn't listen. How far away do you live?"

"I love the bed. I can't sleep well if I live on campus."

Tang Jiao was also tired, and his voice was a little soft when he spoke.

The two went downstairs.

"Tang Jiao, we have known each other for several years, but you still don't invite me to your home. I'm always sad."

Wan Meimei held Tang Jiao's arm and said in an exaggerated tone.

Tang Jiao was used to her being able to act out her thoughts, so he just said quietly: "It's not convenient for me to live at home."

Wan Meimei was not unhappy at the expected rejection. Instead, she tilted her face and looked at Tang Jiao gossiping.

"Why, is there really a man hiding in the house?"

Tang Jiao smiled and said nothing, but his face showed a bit of tenderness, which was slightly different from his usual cold look.

Wan Meimei became more energetic, shook Tang Jiao's arm, and smiled ambiguously:

"Who is it, boyfriend?"

Tang Jiao reached out and gently pushed her to the right, saying, "It's time for you to turn."

Wan Meimei, who failed in gossiping again, was extremely adaptable. She waved to Tang Jiao readily, said to pay attention to safety, and turned around to go to the dormitory area.

Tang Jiao successfully got on the last bus, with only one or two people on the bus.

She sat quietly in the corner, looking out the window at the ever-changing brilliant street lights.

When you get off at the station, you still have to walk a short distance. After autumn, the coolness at night will be a bit stronger than during the day.

Tang Jiao rubbed his arms, stepped on the shadow, and walked forward slowly.

There were almost no people on the road.

She had walked this road alone for four years, and she could touch the door of her home with her eyes closed.

When he reached a fork in the road, Tang Jiao paused, turned his left leg, and turned in.

"Du~biu~~"

After a burst of joyful music, colorful lights lit up on the quiet and deserted street corner.

Tang Jiao stood in front of a claw machine, moving the joystick with an extremely serious expression.

The triangular iron claw moved left and right, forward and backward many times, and then before the countdown ended, it descended and grabbed a big-faced cat doll.

It rose precariously, and when it was about to reach the top, the cat fell down early.

Tang Jiao's expression was very calm, as steady as an old dog's game of catch.

He took out another coin from his pocket, reached into the coin slot and stuffed it in without looking at it.

"Du~biu~~"

After receiving the feeding, the claw machine excitedly flashed its colored lights and made cheerful animation sound effects.

Tang Jiao manipulated his iron claws again and stretched out towards the big-faced cat that had just escaped.

This time, the big-faced cat fell very close to the exit.

"Du~biu~~"

The third time, the iron claws finally grasped the fat face of the big-faced cat and successfully threw it into the hole.

The corners of Tang Jiao's lips curled up slightly. She knelt down and took out the big-faced cat.

Holding it in hand, the face is really big, fat and soft, the eyes are white, and the expression is sullen and a bit stinky.

His slender fingers touched the big-faced cat's nose. Tang Jiao stretched out his hand and turned around to leave.

The big-faced cat sat alone on the console of the claw machine, with a sullen face facing the girl's leaving back, seemingly a little angry.

It looks like he is saying: Woman, you chose me and then left me here? !

"drop."

The door is opened.

As soon as Tang Jiao entered the house, there was a familiar sound inside. Before he even lowered his head to put on his slippers, he felt a plush touch on his ankles.

Tang Jiao turned on the light, lowered his head and looked into the blue gem-like cat eyes, and laughed softly:

"Pudding, you're not asleep yet."

"Meow~"

Pudding blinked his big eyes at her, swept her legs with his tail, and walked back to the house with elegant steps.

She was very arrogant, as if coming to the door to take a look at her was purely a routine matter.

Tang Jiao felt a little relieved from the fatigue on his body. He took off his shoes and greeted the three people on the cabinet.

"Hululu, Tutu, I'm back."

She stepped on the slippers, and her little hands rubbed the oversized, red panda and purple rabbit in sequence.

His eyes habitually fell to the cabinet filled with photo frames above, and then quickly moved away.

The satchel was casually placed on the coffee table. Tang Jiao stretched out his hands and fell down on the sofa.

Pudding, who had just come into the nest, was pressed by her beautiful tail. She turned around angrily and shouted "Meow!" at her in protest.

Tang Jiao stretched out his arm and scooped up the voluminous Pudding into his arms, earning an unhappy struggle from Princess Pudding.

"Good pudding... let sister hold you for a while."

There was an unconcealable depression in the girl's tired voice.

Pudding suddenly stopped moving, twisted his big fluffy head, and lay down facing the balcony, looking arrogant and "I'm afraid of you."

Tang Jiao smiled lightly, hugged the plush and warm pudding with contentment, and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the clock on the wall was almost pointing to twelve o'clock.

Tang Jiao blinked his sour eyes in confusion, and when he lowered his head, he saw that Pudding had fallen asleep and was snoring gently.

She stood up gently, her head still numb with sleepiness, walked to the balcony to put away her clothes, and took a shower based on her intuition.

Tang Jiao walked out of the bathroom covered in wet vapor. He was wearing a black long-sleeved dress that was obviously ill-fitting. The sleeves were too long and covered his fingertips, and the hem almost hung down to his thighs.

The overly wide neckline hangs down to the collarbone, revealing skin as white as jade.

After taking a bath, I didn't feel awake at all.

My body felt refreshed, and my sleepiness swept over me without any hindrance.

Tang Jiao held on to his slippers and walked forward with eyes wide open, raising his hands to roll up his cuffs out of habit.

The color of the T-shirt she was wearing looked a little old, but the fabric felt exceptionally soft and comfortable.

Yingbai's fingertips unconsciously rubbed the cuff a few times before letting go.

Raising his hand to open the bedroom door, Tang Jiao closed his eyes and lay down in it.

On the soft and spacious bed, on the cool dark gray sheets, a slender girl with long hair spread out, skin as white as snow, and a faint swim mark at the end of her eyes.

She lay bent on her side, like a pure goddess who was not stained by dust.

After a while, her thin white arms were stretched out on the pillow, her bright white feet were lifted and kicked, resting on the quilt, and her voluptuous waist was exposed from under the wide black clothes.

The peaceful goddess slept with her arms stretched out and her arms spread out.

The night is dark and the shadows of the trees are shaking.

Pudding stretched and jumped lightly from the sofa.

Stepping on the meat mat and taking elegant and leisurely steps, he walked past the door of the master bedroom and walked into the side bed with the door open.

He walked around the big bed like a patrol, looked at Tang Jiao sleeping on the bed with his blue eyes, swept his big tail, walked to the round cat nest at the end of the bed and lay down on it.

The next day, the sky was still clear.

Tang Jiao was woken up by the alarm clock. He hugged the pillow and rubbed himself against it. He stared at it for a while before ruthlessly leaving the embrace of the bed.

She quickly washed up, changed her clothes, poured cat food into the pudding, and opened a can.

Then he took the bag on the coffee table and ran away.

"Pudding, I'm leaving! You can play at home~"