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

Tang Jiao was stunned for a moment, pressing his cheek against his warm and strong broad chest, listening to his heavy heartbeat.

The tears "swished" and flowed down.

This is an embrace that lasted four years.

On day 1362, Xiao Jingchuan came back.

It's not the photo, it's not the Xiao Jingchuan described by Qiao Sen and Chu Fei.

The real, tangible Xiao Jingchuan is back...

in the living room.

Pudding excitedly jumped up and down around the two of them, running around on the sofa and the floor. He was so happy that he seemed to have transformed into a cat, with white fur flying all over the floor.

Xiao Jingchuan took off his suit jacket and wore only a black shirt. He sat on the sofa and wiped Tang Jiao's face with a tissue.

The little crybaby's eyes were red from crying, and she just lay in his arms and refused to raise her head.

It had been so long since I last saw her that I was even embarrassed to see him cry.

Her eyes fell on Tang Ziao's reddish eyelids. This was the most common action she made subconsciously today, always looking at him and then looking away.

"Why don't you look at me?"

In the night, the man's voice was low and gentle.

Tang Jiao lowered his head, picked at his fingers, and said nothing.

The reddish nose is still sour.

Xiao Jingchuan stood up and wanted to bring her a hot towel to wipe her face, but Tang Jiao thought he was unhappy and wanted to leave, so he reached out anxiously and grabbed the corner of his shirt.

"Don't go!"

She raised her face and explained anxiously: "I'm sorry... I just, I always feel like I'm dreaming."

"...In my dream, as long as I look at you a few more times, you will disappear..."

Xiao Jingchuan moved for a moment, feeling as if his heart was being torn slightly.

He sat down again and held Tang Jiao's panicked face in his hands.

His dark eyes were full of love, and he locked Tang Jiao's gaze tightly and said solemnly:

"Listen, Tang Jiao, I'm back. I'm here and I won't leave again."

"I'm right in front of you, take a closer look, okay?"

Tang Ziao's red eyes gradually filled with tears again, and his dark apricot eyes stared deeply at the handsome and mature face in front of him through the watery light.

Xiao Jingchuan's breathing was very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing the girl's confirming gaze.

Until the hesitant and panic look on Tang Jiao's face gradually faded away.

A gentle and encouraging smile appeared in his eyes, he grabbed Tang Jiao's little hand and stretched it to his waist, saying:

"How about you pinch me again? If I feel pain, it's not a dream."

Through the thin shirt, Tang Jiao's fingertips felt warm, tight and firm.

It feels harder than before.

She laughed through tears, rubbed the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and said in a soft voice:

"It won't hurt when I pinch you there, it's so hard."

Xiao Jingchuan followed Shan Ruliu and held his little hand and moved it to his face.

"Then pinch here."

Tang Jiao's soft little hands stretched out and caressed the side of Xiao Jingchuan's face.

His facial features are deep and sharp, making him even more handsome.

The last trace of youthful immaturity has completely faded away, replaced by the mature charm of a young man. Even his calm expression cannot hide his sharp edge.

Tang Jiao was filled with emotions, and he caressed Xiao Jingchuan's sculpture-like deep eyebrows with his fingertips, and his straight and elegant nose...

It's like I want to remember the way he grew up, carve it into my heart, and erase the blanks of the past four years.

The girl's soft fingertips touched her face, causing a slight itchiness. Xiao Jingchuan lowered his neck slightly and let her look.

"Xiao Jingchuan, your appearance has changed..."

The big hand covered the soft little hand and put it on the face, "What has become of it."

"You're more mature and more handsome. It feels like you've suddenly grown several years older."

Xiao Jingchuan smiled lowly on his chest, "So do you feel strange when you look at me?"

Tang Jiao shook his head and said softly: "No, you are still you."

"...I'm just not used to it. You suddenly came back. I'm so happy, so happy that I don't know what to do, like a fool..."

There was some annoyance on the little face, and the thin eyebrows were frowning, as if he was thinking hard about how to explain clearly.

But Xiao Jingchuan understood, and the look on his face was slightly relaxed.

He reached out and took Tang Jiao into his arms, caressing the girl's soft back from head to waist with his big palm.

"Jiaojiao, you don't need to do anything to adapt to me. It doesn't matter if you don't get used to me."

"Didn't I agree to let me pursue you?"

"It doesn't matter if you feel unfamiliar, my brother is very familiar with me."

His voice was soft and gentle with a chuckle, like the most intoxicating wine, brushing against Tang Jiao's ears.

Tang Jiao grabbed the black shirt in front of him with his little hands and shook his little head against his strong chest.

"I didn't feel unfamiliar."

The voice was small and obedient, with a sticky tone.

Xiao Jingchuan pinched the back of her neck and changed his words:

"Okay, no stranger."

"It's me, it's Xiao Jingchuan who wants to pursue Tang Jiao again, and wants her to like me more, okay?"

"We start over."

Tang Jiao seemed to understand what Xiao Jingchuan meant. She rubbed her little face greedily against the firm and warm touch and said with regret:

"But, then we can't hug casually..."

Xiao Jingchuan was startled. He didn't expect that this would be the first thing Tang Jiao paid attention to.

The smile on Jun's face became brighter and brighter, and he put his arms around Tang Jiao and held him tighter.

Tang Jiao nestled in his arms contentedly, pinching the corner of his black clothes with his fingers, and whispered in a low voice and reiterated seriously:

"Besides, I already like you very much."

Xiao Jingchuan hugged the soft Tang Jiao in his arms tenderly, and was speechless for a moment, only the deep love in his eyes revealed a little more.

The two of them leaned together and stayed in silence for a long time.

Hugs are such a magical thing.

You can hear each other's heartbeats, bang bang bang... from rapid or slow, to gradually reaching the same frequency.

The breaths gradually intertwined and blended...

The familiar smell can bring back too many good memories and slowly soothe the uneasiness.

Tang Jiao felt that his mind, which had been floating for two days, was finally firmly on the ground.

She put her arms around Xiao Jingchuan's lean and strong waist again, feeling nostalgic for a long time.

Then he sat up straight, grabbed Xiao Jingchuan's hand, raised his face and asked about the current situation of Xiao Sheng and Lin Xiaopei.

"How is Dad Xiao?"

The last time Tang Jiao went to Qiongsen was more than a month ago, when Qiao Sen told her that Xiao Sheng had woken up.

Over the years, she would go to Qiongsen to learn self-defense skills when she had free time. It was not that she wanted to be able to defeat Lu Zhishen with one punch, but that after getting rid of the disease, she became more and more eager to have a healthier body.

After several years of perseverance, from the very beginning when Qiao Sen stood by and watched with fear, now he can react very quickly and kick away small sandbags with his legs.

At that time, she was taking turns kicking the sandbag with a sister who was practicing boxing.

Qiao Sen suddenly yelled and ran in from outside. The 1.9 meter tall man was so excited that he ran over like a monkey.

The iron-black palm excitedly slapped Tang Jiao on the shoulder, almost knocking Tang Jiao to the ground and causing him to do a split as he just raised his leg.

Fortunately, what he brought was the biggest good news in recent years.

Xiao Sheng, who was judged to be in a vegetative state by the doctor, woke up!