[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

"Who are you?" Si Xingran took advantage of Song Cian's undressing and suddenly approached Song Cian. His hot breath circulated in the tight air in front of the two of them, "I know, you are pretending to be a 13-year-old boy!"

Si Xingran was very happy to recognize Song Ci'an, but soon he lost his temper and said, "Damn you pretending to be a 13-year-old man, you are really annoying!"

Si Xingran took a step back, and the hot air was immediately lost in the cold air.

"Hahahahaha..." 001 laughed wildly, "Su, host, your wife actually asked you to pretend to be a 13-year-old boy. I laughed so hard!!!"

Song Ci'an remained calm and just buttoned the top button of the jacket, "What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

Si Xingran thought about it seriously after hearing this, and finally shook his lower lip, "It's annoying everywhere. I said I didn't owe anyone any favors, but you actually ignored me!

snort! Woman, you successfully caught my attention! You just want to attract my attention with this attitude of not giving up for five buckets of rice, I know it. "

As he spoke, Si Xingran approached Song Cian, raised his hand and pinched Song Cian's thin chin, "Tell me, woman, what do you want from me? As long as you want it, as long as I have it, I won't give it to you. I’m so mad at you!”

Si Xingran rubbed Song Cian's chin, and soon a red mark appeared on his fair chin.

Song Cian was helpless. He didn't expect the drunk Si Xingran to look like this, "I want you to let me go first."

Si Xingran let go of his hand and suddenly narrowed his eyes, "I said I won't give it to you, and the same applies to this. I won't let go." After saying that, he started to grab Song Cian's chin again.

Song Cian had no choice but to grab Si Xingran's claws.

His hand was grabbed, and Si Xingran was like a cat whose tail was grabbed. A pair of eyes looked carefully at Song Cian up and down, and finally their eyes fell on the red chin.

Song Ci'an's skin was fair and easily left red marks, so this red mark was very obvious.

Si Xingran obviously felt guilty, and the hand held by Song Ci'an was relieved.

"Forget it, since you are so beautiful and have a coat, I won't argue with you." Si Xingran moved his eyes away, and his eyes fell on Song Ci'an's exposed arms in the cold wind.

After struggling slightly, his hand fell from Song Cian's hand. In the blink of an eye, he was about to take off the jacket he was wearing outside. Song Ci'an only buttoned the jacket and took it off quickly.

"Seeing that you are wearing such thin clothes, I will not bully the weak and steal your clothes." After saying that, he handed the jacket to Song Cian, "Seeing that you are so considerate and give your clothes to me, I decided to I won’t hate you anymore, and I won’t ask you to pretend to be a 13-year-old boy.”

Song Cian took the clothes that almost fell to the ground. A car drove by on the roadside. Song Cian was about to take a taxi when she turned around and saw Si Xingran squatting on the roadside hugging a tree.

Song Ci'an walked over, and Si Xingran was hugging the tree with his ear against the tree, listening to something quietly.

Just when Song Ci'an was about to speak, Si Xingran made a shushing gesture and whispered, "Stop talking, I'm communicating with the big tree."

Song Cian could only sit quietly and watch, then raised his hand and put the jacket on Si Xingran.

After a while, Si Xingran raised his ears from the tree and looked at Song Cian, "Okay, you can ask now. I will answer all your secrets." Then he looked around warily, "But you can't Tell others."

"Okay." Song Cian chuckled, "Then can you tell me what you are now?"

Si Xingran looked at Song Cian as if he were a fool, "I am a grass, can't you see? Look, there is a grass growing on top of my head!"

As he spoke, Si Xingran wanted to show Song Ci'an the grass above his head, but he couldn't see it himself. Si Xingran was a little anxious, eager to prove his identity, and reached out to pull out the hair on his head.

Song Cian raised her hand to stop his self-mutilating behavior, touched Si Xingran's head and straightened his hair, "I saw it, it's very... vigorous."

"That's not true!" Si Xingran was a little proud, "This is my true body."

Si Xingran released his hands holding the tree, but he still squatted on the ground, dutifully acting like a grass.

"Mr. Xiaocao, it's getting late. Should we go back to school first?" Song Ci'an squatted down and met Si Xingran's eyes.

"I'm not going to school, I want to stay here." Si Xingran shook his head.

"If you stay here, you will freeze and wilt, and you won't be as prosperous."

Si Xingran thought for a moment, "Then let's go back to school."

Seeing Si Xingran relax, Song Cian raised his hand to stop a taxi.

Just as he was about to reach out to pull Si Xingran who was squatting on the ground, Si Xingran suddenly took a few steps back and shook his head like a rattle, "I don't take the car."

Song Cian asked softly why.

"The car will wither, and then I will no longer be the most prosperous grass in this patch of grass." Si Xingran explained, his big eyes looking particularly innocent.

The driver looked out the window and said, "Drunk? I'll add 200 to the car."

There were people waiting to take a taxi in front of him, but Si Xingran refused to take the taxi. Song Cian had no choice but to apologize to the driver.

"It's okay." The driver stepped on the accelerator and walked forward.

The driver also left, and Song Cian had to squat down and ask Si Xingran why he didn't take the car. Is it because he felt unwell?

Si Xingran raised his head to see that the car was really gone, then he raised his head and said in an aggrieved voice, "I get carsick and will vomit when riding in a car."

It's not far from the school, only ten minutes away. Song Cian's voice was soft, "Then I will carry you back?"

Si Xingran's eyes were bright, like the night sky filled with diamonds, "Really?"

The moonlight penetrates the layers of leaves and casts mottled light and shadow on the path. Si Xingran lay on Song Cian's back, wearing Song Cian's jacket.

The bodies are close to each other and the warmth circulates, enough to withstand the cold wind in the early morning.

Si Xingran didn't make any fuss at this moment, just looking at Song Ci'an's smooth hair in trance.

It wasn't until there was a cold touch on his neck that Song Cian turned around and found crystal tears hanging from the corners of Si Xingran's eyes, shining in the moonlight.

"What's wrong?" Song Ci'an asked softly.

Wrapping his arms tightly around Song Cian's neck, Si Xingran put his cheek against Song Cian's back and said in a muffled voice, "It's nothing."

Occasionally, a speeding car flashes by on the roadside, and the passing wind picks up their hair and clothes.

The two of them walked quietly on the road. After a while, Si Xingran's aggrieved voice came, "The person I like doesn't like me, and she even introduced her boyfriend to me."

As he spoke, Si Xingran's tears fell again. Song Ci'an felt sour and her throat was tight, "Then do you still like her?"

Si Xingran shook his head and said, "I don't like her anymore." After saying that, he started to feel dazed again. After a while, he said, "I feel like I don't like her that much."