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

One person and one cat stood at the entrance, looking silly and amused for a long time.

Until a thunder exploded in the sky.

Tang Jiao reflexively looked up at the balcony.

The glass door was wide open, the transparent gauze curtain was blown up, and the room was a wet mess.

Only then did he remember what he was going to do when he came back early today.

"what--!"

Tang Jiao screamed and kicked off his shoes and ran into the house.

Most of the living room was wet, and a lot of leaves were blown in, making it almost impossible to get anywhere.

It was stormy outside, and the rain was blown inside.

Tang Jiao braved the wind and trotted over to pull the glass door shut with difficulty.

The room instantly became much quieter, and in just a few seconds, she was completely soaked.

The white skirt was wet and stuck to her body, revealing her exquisite curves.

Her long black hair was wet and hung in strands on her chest, like a water ghost who had just climbed out of the water.

Tang Jiao shivered from the cold, and looked down at the pudding following his feet.

The smooth and fluffy white fur on his body was also splashed with water, and his body size suddenly shrunk twice. He opened a pair of big round blue eyes, looking extremely innocent.

It would be more believable if its paws were not so excited and secretly photographed the water on the ground.

Tang Jiao laughed and picked up the back of its neck, "You, you, if I hadn't remembered, I would have suspected that you opened the door on purpose to play in the water."

"Meow."

Princess Pudding looked innocent.

Tang Jiao found a large towel specially designed for it, stuffed it all in, and rubbed it in and out with skillful techniques.

Once opened, the cat transformed into a big, fluffy, dry and beautiful cat.

Tang Jiao patted Pudding's butt and said, "Go to the room to play. Don't run out."

Pudding reluctantly looked at the water on the floor for a while, then reluctantly walked around the dry spot and walked into the bedroom.

Tang Jiao then took a clean gray roomy coat and loose shorts, took a simple shower, and changed out of his wet clothes.

I casually wiped my wet hair, rolled it into a loose bun on the top of my head, and came out with a rag and bucket.

She rolled up her sleeves that were too long, walked to the living room, looked at the mess on the floor, and sighed deeply.

Squat down and start fucking.

Holding both sides of the thick towel with both hands, he arched his waist and stuck his butt out, barely wiping the floor for a few steps.

The towel was filled with water and felt heavy.

She picked it up with her little white hands and twisted it hard against the bucket, clattering.

Tang Jiao just kept wiping back and forth, wringing out water, wiping, wringing out water.

Occasionally performing repetitive and simple physical labor will completely clear your brain, leaving you unable to think of anything, and your whole body will feel relaxed and light.

It took Tang Jiao an hour just to clean up the fallen leaves and clean up the water in the house.

After carrying the last half of the bucket of water to the bathroom and pouring it out, when Tang Jiao turned around, he suddenly met his eyes in the mirror.

In the big mirror, the girl's bun was loose and slightly damp, with a few strands of slightly damp hair hanging down the side of her face.

It was an elegant and pure face.

She has thin eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and her eyes are bright and dark under long eyelashes. The bridge of her nose is straight and the small light brown mole on the tip of her nose is somewhat playful and unknowingly attractive.

The skin is fair and translucent, with healthy pink on the cheeks.

The obscurity of the past has faded away, like first-ripe berries, plump and beautiful in color. As long as you wait a little longer, the sweet juice will emerge.

Tang Jiao blinked slowly, stretched out his hand and touched himself in the mirror.

It was as if in the endless rush, I looked up for the first time and took a closer look at what I looked like.

It seems... pretty good.

Tang Jiao has grown very well in the past few years.

Xiao Jingchuan also...

Tang Jiao smiled because of the name that suddenly appeared in his mind, and the tall and tall figure holding an umbrella.

It's getting clearer and closer.

So close that Tang Jiao saw his face clearly again in his mind, heard his voice, and felt his warmth.

Xiao Jingchuan is back.

Tang Jiao's fingers were tightly clenched on the edge of the sink. This fact slowly invaded her brain until this moment.

The girl's eye circles in the mirror suddenly turned red, and her lips kept trembling.

Should I laugh or cry?

Tang Jiao couldn't explain clearly.

Countless complex emotions surged through her heart, including happiness, disbelief, panic, happiness, grievance, worry about gains and losses...

All mixed together, making her throat stagnant and her nasal cavity sore and swollen.

"Xiao Jingchuan..."

"Xiao Jingchuan, you are back..."

"You are really back..."

Tang Jiao's soft murmurs echoed in the bathroom, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

In the past more than 1000 days and nights, every tile here has heard the sad whine of a girl hugging her knees.

From crying loudly, to wiping tears silently, from tears falling like rain, to gritting teeth and being silent.

Now, that familiar cry was clearly filled with endless surprises.

Once upon a time, Tang Jiao thought that this moment would take longer, so she immersed herself in her journey and didn't dare to look up at any scenery.

I'm afraid that there's no one I want to see in front of me, and I'm afraid that I'll be too disappointed and I won't be able to walk.

She had to walk very quickly to catch up with Xiao Jingchuan.

Only then can we stand side by side with Xiao Jingchuan when he comes back instead of being protected by him every time.

Now, her boy is back early.

Becoming taller and more dazzling, he still only holds an umbrella for her.

The wind and rain outside carried ghostly screams through the cracks in the window. Tang Jiao squatted on the ground, hugged his knees and cried heartily.

She cried until she was playing with pudding on the cat scratching post in the bedroom, and followed the sound into the bathroom.

Perhaps it sensed that Tang Jiao's cries were different from those in the past. After walking around her, he didn't come over to comfort her.

Instead, he quietly walked to a low faucet inside.

The sinful little white claw just hit it.

"pudding."

The cry-like voice contained a warning, but was hoarse and soft with no strength.

He half-stretched Pudding, who was leaning against the wall, and then slowly turned back.

The bright blue cat eyes suddenly met Tang Jiao's red rabbit eyes.

Oops, I was discovered, embarrassing.

The white paw patted the faucet handle as if nothing happened.

It seems to be saying: I checked whether it is closed tightly.

Tang Jiao sniffed, raised his hand and took out a few tissues to wipe his face that was messed up by crying, and blew his nose.

He stood up, stretched out his hand, picked up the criminal who had attempted to play with water, and locked him back in the room.

He took a clean rag, sprayed it with disinfectant, and continued mopping the floor.

After finally wiping it off, I looked up and looked around.

There were also the wet and messy cat climbing frame, the dirty curtains, and the sundries placed in the corner, which were all soaked and soft.

It can’t be finished, it can’t be finished at all.

Like an elderly grandmother, Tang Jiao slowly slapped her sore back with her backhand.

Putting his hands on the ground, he moved to the half of the sofa that was not wet, tilted his head and lay down on it.

"I'll take a break, just for a while..."

Before he could say a word to himself, his eyelids flickered shut.

I just missed the soft sound of the password unlocking at the door.