Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

When you are at the foot of the mountain, there are many possibilities for why the bell rings, but on the holy mountain, as long as you hear the bell, there is only one possibility.

The Son of God is by his side, and those who listen avoid him.

Song Shutong looked at the person who came. It was rare for him to wear a crown today, but his natural aura had not diminished at all.

Many thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant. She had no plan at all in the current situation and was even confused. So what should she do?

Song Shutong was brainstorming and Rong Xuan sat directly next to her.

The wooden chair exudes a rich and deep fragrance. It doesn't feel cold and hard when you sit on it, but rather a warm feeling.

Rong Xuan looked at Song Shutong, and her snow-white face showed that she was in an obviously good mood.

"What did you forget? Did you forget everything, or did you just forget me?"

Song Shutong's mood was completely opposite to Rong Xuan's. She couldn't figure out what emotion she should express correctly.

She felt very weak and irritated, but she couldn't sigh because of her irritation.

Finally, she was silent for a while, and said to Rong Xuan in a helpless tone: "I only forgot about you. What are you so happy about? Why did you bring me here? What is our relationship? Why did I forget about you?"

Song Shutong asked four questions in one breath, but in fact she only wanted to ask one question.

What exactly is their relationship? Only by confirming the connection between them in the worldly sense will she know what attitude she should use to treat him.

Song Shutong had a relaxed and elegant smile on her face, but if you looked closely, you could see the panic and irritability that could not be hidden between her brows.

Based on their previous experience of getting along with each other, Rong Xuan took out a Pingpo fruit.

He has no preference, but Song Shutong likes to eat this kind of fruit after eating barbecue.

She was very good at expressing her preferences, which was good, so he could know how to make her happy.

When Song Shutong saw the strange fruit he handed over, he didn't know what he was going to do, but he just took it anyway.

It is about the size of a fist, with a milky white skin mixed with a little red. You can tell at first glance that it is a sweet and delicious fruit.

Song Shutong completely lost his previous good temper and asked directly in a bad mood: "What are you doing? I'm asking you a question, so give me a fruit."

Rong Xuan gave her another fruit. His peach-like eyes and brows revealed an elegant and freehand manner, but it was forcibly suppressed by the snowy nature in his bones.

He said to Song Shutong in a calm and gentle tone: "You said that when you are angry, I have to cheer you up before I can talk to you."

After saying this, he took out a fruit from somewhere and handed it to her.

"And now, you are unhappy and I am trying to make you happy."

When he said this, he laughed again, which made people's souls begin to be excited.

Frankly speaking, his coaxing methods were very low-level. She should be angry when she asked him a question and he didn't answer.

But after he said that, she inexplicably stopped being angry.

It was definitely not because I was tempted by his beauty.

Looking at the three fruits of different varieties but all of excellent quality in his arms, Song Shutong simply picked one and started eating it.

Crunch, very crisp, sweet, and with a milky flavor.

The original doubts were not resolved, and Song Shutong had new questions after listening to his words.

"Do I often get angry in front of you? Why do you have to coax me? I need someone to coax me when I'm angry. I'm not a child anymore. Even when I was a child, no one ever coaxed me."

Song Shutong held the fruit in both hands and nibbled on it from time to time, and it was unclear whether she felt disappointed or not.

After hearing what Song Shutong said, Rong Xuan did not say anything to comfort him, but took out something from his fantasy space again.

But this time it turned into pastries, and I don’t know where he found it.

Song Shutong took the pastry from his hand and gently stroked his fingertips. His hands were as slender and soft as scallions, and in the sun they looked like the honey milk she liked to drink.

Rong Xuan closed his hands and said calmly, "I'm trying to comfort you."

After hearing this, Song Shutong almost dropped his fruit.

He didn't finish.

"Needing to be comforted is not weakness, but even if you are weak, there is nothing wrong with it. God created all kinds of people, and each person's personality corresponds to the mission they are to fulfill."

Song Shutong felt that the young bud in her heart began to shake uncontrollably, but her expression did not change, and she still maintained that casual look as if everything was okay.

After hearing his profound teachings, she finally calmed down.

For a liar like her who likes to play games with people, this kind of words are the most unbearable.

She ate the fruit again: "Wow, this is really chicken soup full of divinity."

Rong Xuan looked into her eyes, as if he was not aware of her inner turmoil at all, and he did not try to make amends. He smiled like Ehuang and Wei Zi.

“What is chicken soup?”

Song Shutong was about to answer him when he suddenly realized that he had not answered any of the questions he had asked him before.

Not fair at all.

Song Shutong stopped chewing the sweet fruit and glared at Rong Xuan fiercely.

This guy had a gorgeous face, but was as pure as the snow in the mountains. In the end, he turned out to be a sesame-filled glutinous rice dumpling.

Fortunately, when she heard him say that he often coaxed her before, she felt guilty for a moment, because she thought she was exploiting him.

I didn't expect this guy to be a cunning vixen.

As expected, appearance reflects the heart. No matter how noble his temperament is, he is not Guanyin and is not pure at all.

She put the half-eaten fruit on the table beside her, her tone slightly raised.

"What do you care? Chicken soup is just chicken soup. You haven't even answered the questions I asked you. You keep beating around the bush. Don't you want to listen to me at all?"

Speaking of this, Song Shutong's cold heart actually felt a little aggrieved.

After saying this, before Rong Xuan could reply, Song Shutong became angry again.

But this time she was not angry with Rong Xuan, she was angry with herself.

Why can't she control her childishness in front of Rong Xuan? His eyes are poisonous.

The butterfly-wing-like eyelashes embellish the amber-like golden eyes, which are so gentle that they seem to be melting.

The gurgling spring water in his gentle eyes made Song Shutong completely unable to control himself, and his forbearance and maturity became a legend.

Seeing Song Shutong's aggrieved look, Rong Xuan's original intention of playing a prank on him was shattered.

He put away his smile and answered her previous question honestly.

"I am happy because, as long as I see you, I am happy."

His ten fingers put together were like the ravines between snow-capped mountains, beautiful and cold.

As long as the smile is gone from his face, his divinity will be hard to conceal.

He said this like a love talk, but there was nothing in his eyes. He was looking at Song Shutong, and Song Shutong was between heaven and earth.

Song Shutong just felt his skin tighten.

"I brought you here because I like you very much and I want you to stay by my side."

When he said this, his eyes moved, emitting a dazzling light.

This is not false, but it is not complete.

In Song Shutong's slightly embarrassed eyes, yes, the Son of God of the Holy Mountain expressed his love to her, but her first reaction was to frown.

Seeing her resistance, Rong Xuan continued.

"We are friends, friends you admitted yourself, yes, we are friends."

When saying this, Rong Xuan gently grasped his palms, and his face as beautiful as spring flowers and autumn moon showed no trace of uneasiness.

When he heard the word "friend", Song Shutong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were just friends.