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

Xiao Jingchuan lowered his eyes and looked at the pair of shining almond eyes, pinching Tang Jiao's cheeks in a funny way.

"You are the only one with the big idea."

"I want to be a really good doctor! Of course I have to rely on my strength!"

After Tang Jiao raised his chin and finished speaking, he turned around and hugged his thin and strong waist, resting his chin on his hard abdominal muscles. He raised his little face and asked mysteriously:

"Guess what happened to me today?"

Xiao Jingchuan thought for a moment: "Fu Mao?"

"Uh-huh!"

Tang Jiao nodded, he couldn't wait to reveal the secret.

"I rescued a person in Fu Mao today! He fainted due to acute hypoglycemia, and then——"

Tang Jiao let go of his hugging hand and made vigorous gestures with both hands, recreating the scene at that time.

"I was about to take a taxi back after shopping, and I happened to bump into him."

"I'll just rush over! Run over, first like this, then like that! Quickly identify the symptoms, and then click! Break open a big pear, squeak..."

Xiao Jingchuan was listening attentively at first, but Tang Jiao clasped his palms like Ultraman to emit light waves, and tried his best to dub "呲呲岲" with his mouth, making his chest vibrate and burst into laughter.

Tang Jiao gave him an Ultraman pose.

"Why are you laughing! I'm telling you heroic deeds!"

Xiao Jingchuan stretched out his arms to clasp the thin wrist, pulled the person, sat back on the sofa, and the two hugged each other.

The rich and handsome young man was leaning on the sofa, his black hair was slightly messy, and he was smiling happily.

The girl who was originally acting exaggeratedly and deliberately trying to show off was lying on his chest. Now her eyes were bright and she was just looking at him and smiling.

After a while, Xiao Jingchuan stopped laughing, and his dark eyes full of joyful smile met Tang Jiao's pure pupils as bright as gems.

"Deliberately making my brother laugh?"

“It’s a little bit of artistic processing~”

Tang Jiao's voice was sweet. He put his elbows on his strong and broad chest, rubbed his little hands up, and moved his body so that he could be face to face with Xiao Jingchuan.

Her rosy soft lips pursed, her neck moved forward, pressed against her thin lips, and she let out a loud "chirp!"

"Brother Jingchuan looks good when he smiles."

His little hands held the handsome face that even God loved, and his voice was as soft and sweet as a candy bag.

Xiao Jingchuan lay on his back on the sofa, staring deeply at Tang Ziao hanging on his body, and said in a low voice:

"Kiss me again and give Dr. Tang a better smile."

Tang Jiao curled his eyes, held the man's face, lowered his neck, lowered his head and kissed him.

As a result, the man with a wicked smile grabbed the back of his neck halfway and leaned forward to kiss her deeply.

The long, fair and slender palms were pressed against the pure cotton and pure white home clothes, stroking up to the slender waist and thin back.

It seems like the clothes are being wrapped up, and the flesh and bones of the delicate body are evenly kneaded into the bones.

The protruding sexy veins are all difficult to control and reveal endless desire.

While they were getting intimate, I didn't know who pressed the remote control.

The TV was on, playing some random TV station that no one cared about.

The background sound, which is neither high nor low, along with the sound of rain outside, adds a bit of a peaceful atmosphere to the charming room.

……

"Next, please watch the night weather report: From [-] to [-] tonight, there will be heavy rain and strong winds in parts of the southern part of our city. Citizens and friends, please pay attention to rain and wind..."

The rain is getting heavier.

In front of a flower shop on Jingnan Avenue, a car drove quickly.

A tall young man jumped out of the driver's seat, hurriedly slammed the car door, and rushed into the dark front yard of the flower shop in the rain.

Without saying a word, he moved pots of flowers that had been splashed by the heavy rain in the front yard into the store.

After the move was completed, his whole body was drenched by the cold rain. He carelessly smoothed away his excessively long hair from his forehead and walked into the store.

After passing through the rows of delicate flowers, I stood in front of the door of the inner room and raised my hand to knock twice.

After waiting for a long time, a very hoarse and rough voice came from inside.

"Come in."

The door was opened, and there was only a dim light on in the room, which reflected the shadows of the furnishings inside and made it difficult to see clearly.

Only the female announcer's voice came from the corner.

A thin man in black silk clothes was sitting on a wide chair with his eyes slightly closed, his hands in white gloves placed in front of his abdomen, and the weather forecast was playing on the TV next to the wall.

"Brother Bai, the flowers are already——"

The young man walked in. Before he finished speaking, he first saw the bruised wine lying casually on the man's hand, and his expression changed.

"Brother, are you injured again?"

An average person would probably never finish a bottle of 300 ml medicinal wine in a lifetime. Half of the bottle has been removed without realizing it.

Bai Sheng didn't open his eyes.

After a while, he spoke slowly, but not to answer his question.

"Next to Fu Mao Market, 7, 2rd Floor, 3th Street, 407nd Lane, I'll go there in a few days."

His words were vague, not giving an exact time or what he was going to do during the trip.

But the young man understood it, and his expression was a little reluctant, as if he was suppressing something.

He endured it again and again, looking at the bottle of medicinal wine, and finally couldn't help blurting out:

"Brother, can you please stop taking care of it! There are so many, can you take care of it!"

Bai Sheng opened his eyes, his narrow eyes were dark and cold, seeming displeased.

"Such words are not what you should say."

The tall young man looked like he had been slapped, his face was green and red, and he hung his head dejectedly for a long time.

"Yes, I'll go see it the day after tomorrow."

Bai Sheng said "hmm" without emotion, and glanced at the wet floor.

"Go and change your clothes. It's so wet."

In this dim room, this hoarse broken copper voice was really dull and unpleasant to listen to.

But there was no discomfort on the young man's face, and he even showed a childish and admiring smile because of this trivial concern.

……

Late at night, the sound of rain gradually stopped, and occasionally, a few drops of water could be heard outside the window.

Tang Jiao opened his eyes in the warm quilt.

There was still a dim night light on the bedside, and the second hand of the cat-head alarm clock ticked softly at a steady pace.

The confusion in Tang Jiao's eyes quickly dissipated, and she turned to look at the head of the bed.

The hour hand points to two o'clock.

She lifted the quilt and sat up. The coolness of autumn suddenly hit her whole body, and her sleepiness disappeared even more thoroughly.

She got out of bed quietly and opened the door.

A dim small lamp was on in the living room, and Pudding was sleeping soundly in the cat's nest under the climbing frame, with only a big tail hanging out.

Tang Jiao stood in the shadow of the corner of the living room, silently looking at the half-open balcony glass door.

The lawn in the yard outside was wet, with several puddles of varying depths.

The cherry blossom trees, whose leaves and flower buds had been knocked off by the wind and rain, were also wet and wrapped in the chill of late autumn.

Winter is coming...

The white gauze curtains in the house were half-covered and half-exposed, and Xiao Jingchuan's broad back was sitting on the wide chair on the balcony, as quiet as a mountain.

Threads of pain, accompanied by cold air, hit Tang Jiao like vines.

She took a silent breath, her chest almost trembling from the cold air.