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

Tang Jiao raised his head and looked straight into Xiao Jingchuan's wet red eyes, his voice a little choked.

She sniffed and repeated:

"I didn't use it on purpose. I'm evil-minded, so I just let you feel sorry for me so that you can come back soon."

"Besides, just in case you need the money in it someday."

Tang Jiao raised the back of his other hand and wiped away the uncontrollable tears. A blush instantly appeared on his fair cheeks.

With a trembling mouth and a slightly raised chin, she said matter-of-factly:

"I'm so powerful, I can feed ten Tang Zixiao without any problem, so don't look down on others."

"Jiaojiao..."

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes were red and he was speechless.

"I don't need it anyway."

Tang Jiao withdrew his hand forcefully and repeated stubbornly: "If you don't come back, I won't use it."

Her tears couldn't be controlled anymore. She bit her lip and turned her face away, digging her fingers into her palms.

The next second, Xiao Jingchuan, who suddenly stood up, hugged him tightly.

"...Jiaojiao, I'm sorry."

Tang Jiao sat with his face buried in Xiao Jingchuan's waist and abdomen, tears seeping into his plush sweater.

After a while, a thin hoarse voice came out.

"I don't blame you. I never blame you...I just miss you."

"I miss you so much, Xiao Jingchuan. Every day, every day, I miss you so much..."

Tang Jiao's hands tightly grasped the clothes behind Xiao Jingchuan's waist, and after uttering these two sentences with choked sobs, he finally cried loudly.

Xiao Jingchuan stood stiffly with his broad body.

He lowered his head and held his big palm tightly on the back of Tang Jiao's neck and trembling thin shoulders.

Tears flowed down silently along with the girl's tearing and venting sobs.

Tang Jiao is so awesome...

This really hurts him to death.

The heavy snow outside the window was overwhelming, as if it was about to destroy the world.

The crying in the room ranged from loud cries that made Pudding panic, to soft sobs that calmed him to sleep.

Xiao Jingchuan tightly hugged Tang Jiao, who was wet and hot from crying, and the two of them sank into the new round gray lazy couple sofa in the living room a while ago.

The long black hair was spread like seaweed, entangled and binding the two people together.

The tall and petite were curled up tightly against each other, and their whole bodies were wrapped in squeezed sponges, giving them a sense of security.

Xiao Jingchuan's comforting kisses, accompanied by whispers of love, fell on Tang Jiao's face.

The forehead, eyes, nose tip, cheeks, and lips are like caressing the most fragile treasures in the world.

Tang Jiao's hands were soft and weak, curled up in front of their close chests, and his fingers grasped the black white-grained sandalwood dzi beads hanging from Xiao Jingchuan's neck.

"Xiao Jingchuan."

"Yes, I love you."

"Brother Jingchuan."

"I'm here, brother loves you."

Tang Jiao closed his eyes slightly and murmured hoarsely from time to time.

Xiao Jingchuan took the trouble to respond gently, patted her thin back with her big palm, and repeatedly expressed her love.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a slight sound of cans moving slowly on the floor from the dining table.

Tang Jiao's wet eyelashes blinked, she moved slightly, and was immediately hugged tighter by the arms behind her.

Tang Jiao's breathing was slow and hot. She raised her chin slightly, pressed her cheek against Xiao Jingchuan's warm shoulder bone, and bit her lips on his white collarbone.

The thin fingers holding the dzi bead chain tightened and pulled down. The dark brown rope slightly strangled the back of the man's neck, and the pointed tiger teeth and canine teeth bit hard.

Xiao Jingchuan's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly in pain for a moment, then quickly relaxed. His expression was gentle, and he silently raised his neck, allowing Tang Zi to bite him.

Like the most lonely and ruthless wolf king, he willingly hangs his neck and exposes his life gate.

After more than ten seconds, or maybe a minute or two, Tang Jiao relaxed his mouth.

She pushed it a few inches away, stared deeply at the deep, bleeding teeth marks on the hard collarbone, and then pressed against it silently.

This time it was soft lips, extremely gentle.

But it makes people tremble more than teeth.

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes were as deep as a deep pool, but they still showed indulgence.

Tang Jiao was like a cat trying to be nice after being naughty. He gently licked off the bloody stains from his bite, which was fishy and sweet.

Then he turned his face sideways, pressed it softly against his broad, hard and warm chest, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Jiao Jiao loves you."

she said softly.

His voice was soft and weak from excessive crying, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Her answer was a tighter hug.

And, a precious "Brother loves you".

Across the table, the sound of cans being pushed back and forth continued.

Tang Jiao tugged on the dzi bead rope chain in his hand again, and whispered, "Did the pudding overturn its little hot pot?"

Xiao Jingchuan put his big hands into her long hair, held the back of her neck, and kneaded it gently.

"It's okay, let it play."

His voice has a very comfortable and lazy low magnetism.

As Tang Jiao listened, he became more and more relaxed. He didn't want to move at all and just murmured:

"Well... if it soils the floor, make it mop the floor with its tail."

Hearing Xiao Jingchuan chuckle, he rubbed the soft side of her neck with his thumb and said "Okay".

At the other end of the dining table, Princess Pudding was pushing an empty can with one foot and riding a unicycle skateboard. She didn't know that she was about to become a Filipino domestic servant, and she had to bring her own cleaning tools.

"Is it because of me that you donated the laboratory building?" Tang Jiao suddenly asked.

"Yeah. Don't we need to protect graduate students from this school? There will be many times in the laboratory in the future. If there has been an explosion, don't go. It's unlucky."

Xiao Jingchuan responded naturally, as if he didn't feel that he had done something exaggerated.

Tang Jiao was speechless. After a while, he couldn't help but whisper:

"It seems like a nouveau riche."

The chest that was close to her shook slightly.

Xiao Jingchuan smiled lowly and asked inquiringly:

"The upstart card, will Dr. Tang use it in the future?"

Tang Jiao raised his face to look at him, said "hum" twice, continued to bury his face softly, and said in a low voice confidently:

"You're back, of course I'll use it to max out your card."

"Okay, please try harder, baby."

The smile in Xiao Jingchuan's eyes grew stronger.

Tang Jiao responded readily: "Okay~"

His little hand was caressing the Tan Dzi bead hanging around Xiao Jingchuan's neck. It was black with white lines on the background, revealing a mysterious brilliance.

It’s Christmas in half a month, and there’s an important day before that.

Tang Jiao pecked Xiao Jingchuan's neck soothingly and whispered:

"The 24th is coming soon. Let's go see my sister together that day, okay?"

December 12th, the day before Christmas, is Xiao Qing’s death anniversary.

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes flashed slightly, he tightened his arms and said "Okay".

Pudding, who was making trouble in the kitchen, finally got tired of playing. He walked over quietly and lay down against the edge of the lazy sofa.

Tang Jiao freed up an arm and put it softly on Xiao Jingchuan's thin waist. His little hands naturally reached under the clothes, and his delicate palms pressed against the hard and warm lower back without moving.

The voice was small: "Sleep here tonight, okay?"

"What's wrong?" Xiao Jingchuan also lowered his voice.

Tang Jiao nestled in the broad and warm embrace, with the lazy sofa sinking slightly beneath him, allowing the two of them to be closer together.

She rubbed it up slightly, rested her chin on Xiao Jingchuan's collarbone, raised her face and said slowly:

"It's very comfortable."

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes flickered, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, which were close at hand, and said with a low smile:

"You go to sleep. When you fall asleep, my brother will carry you back to your room."

He touched his head with his big palm and stroked it slowly along the waterfall of black hair.

Their heads touched, lips touching, talking from time to time, touching tenderly from time to time.

Like two kissing fish living a comfortable life in a waveless fish tank.