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

After Song Shutong relaxed, he settled back into his chair and ate some fruit.

At this moment, she completely understood why she had always deceived Rong Xuan and coaxed her. As the daughter of the Song family, there was basically nothing good in the world that she could not get.

But what if it cannot be found in this world?

Seeing that Song Shutong had relaxed, Rong Xuan continued speaking.

"The reason you lost your memory was an accident."

When he said the word "accident", his fingers moved, and his jade-carved knuckles looked unusually soft.

Song Shutong looked at Rong Xuan's helpless face and did not stop there as considerately as before.

"Oh, what's the accident? Tell me about it. After all, I don't know how long you're going to keep me locked up. I have plenty of time."

She has a bright smile on her face and her eyes are full of light, but if you could touch her heart, you would only feel a bone-chilling coldness.

She was too lazy to care because she didn't want to cause trouble, but her only weak spot had been exposed, and if she still didn't care, it would be really shameful.

Yes, God is the supreme being. He protects mankind and gives the world light and all good things.

She should have bowed to Him, but perhaps she was born cold and ungrateful, and she just couldn't revere God.

Rong Xuan felt Song Shutong's heart.

She didn't think of anything at this moment, but she had him in her heart, and he could feel her anger and powerlessness.

Rong Xuan really wanted to continue talking about Song Shutong's guess, but he had to be honest with her.

He has a lot of knowledge in his head, but none of it can solve his confusion.

Seeing Rong Xuan pursing his lips and not saying anything, Song Shutong felt like a piece of broken glass. He was so annoyed that he threw the last fruit he had not eaten at him.

The pink fruit flew along a smooth parabola and hit Rong Xuan directly on the forehead.

With a bang, he finally raised his head and looked at Song Shutong with his tender eyes.

After the fruit completed its mission, it fell down and was held in Rong Xuan's hand again.

Song Shutong finally softened his heart: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

Don't look at me like that, it makes me look pitiful.

Rong Xuan shook his head, looking particularly well-behaved: "It's not that I don't want to say it, I just don't know how to say it."

He sat there obediently, like a lop-eared rabbit surrounded by flowers.

Song Shutong found him unpleasant to the eye. Although she had forgotten about it, she liked to see his dazzling look.

Wearing colorful clothes, smiling brightly and ostentatiously, she looks superior.

Instead of feeling aggrieved like a little wife now.

As Rong Xuan's melancholy mood slowly dissipated, his divine power became increasingly stronger.

As the person closest to the Son of God in the world, Song Shutong was comfortable and lazy.

She felt it the moment she woke up in the morning. She had been transformed.

The useless body that once was was completely gone.

But strangely, she didn't seem as happy as expected.

Song Shutong herself was surprised. She thought that she would become passionate about cultivation because of her outstanding talent.

It turns out that lazy people will never change no matter how talented they are.

The originally bright sun was covered by dark clouds at some point, and the bright world was replaced by gloom, emitting a dull and musty smell.

It just doesn’t rain yet, which makes it even more annoying.

Rong Xuan still sat there dignifiedly, looking elegant and noble, like a mute statue.

Song Shutong sighed and thought about coaxing him.

Along with Song Shutong's sigh, raindrops finally poured down from the clouds and hit the leaves of the plants, like a harmonious piece of music.

Song Shutong grabbed the pearl chain hanging from Rong Xuan's crown, a lazy smile on his lips, his eyes helpless and gentle.

"I was bored, so I forgot. You didn't forget it, did you?"

She grabbed the long pearl necklace and wrapped it around her fingertips.

"Well~, you haven't forgotten, you can tell me slowly."

When she said this, she lowered her voice and stretched out her words, making them sound affectionate.

Hearing Song Shutong's words, the mist around Rong Xuan gradually melted away, and the corners of his handsome lips curled up again.

The wooden chair was very high, and he leaned slightly towards Song Shutong, unknowingly shortening the distance between them.

"Okay, I'll tell you slowly. If you forget, I'll tell you. I remember every word you said."

Song Shutong smiled: "You don't have to remember every word. That would make you look abnormal."

Rong Xuan smiled, her beautiful eyes like a proud little fox.

"This is the third time you've called me a pervert, but you haven't told me what pervert means. In Xunzi's The Way of a King, it says, 'When you are poor, don't be stingy; when you are rich, don't be arrogant; when you encounter perverts, don't be poor; this is the etiquette of careful consideration.' But this is obviously not what you mean."

After hearing this, Song Shutong felt a little weird. Why did he feel like she was leading people astray?

When people feel embarrassed, they will want to do something, like Song Shutong now.

She snatched back the fruit that hit Rong Xuan's head, took a bite, and then said.

"Don't be so curious and want to learn everything."

Rong Xuan's misty robe regained its color, dazzling to the point of being blinding. He did not look like the elegant Son of God, but rather like a noble young man made of gold and jade.

"But what you said, I want to know what it means. Everyone wants to know."

Song Shutong refused directly: "Then forget it, don't let me lead you astray, little white flower."

Rong Xuan didn't know what she meant by the little white flower, so she started to understand it from the literal meaning.

"Are you talking about evening primroses? They are very well behaved and won't be led astray by you."

After hearing what he said, Song Shutong glanced at the bright and shy little white flowers in his hair with amusement, and her beautiful phoenix eyes were slanted. Unlike the suppressed Rong Xuan, she was naturally charming and romantic.

"I'm talking about you, little white flower, pretty and gullible,..."

I wanted to say a few more words to tease him, but I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest and couldn't utter a single word.

Song Shutong controlled his hands that wanted to cover his heart. When you are in pain, it is best not to let others see it, as it will only make you look weak.

Unlike the previous conflicting feeling of having her soul played with, this time the discomfort came only from her heart.

It was she who felt uncomfortable.

Rong Xuan saw Song Shutong's expression change and instinctively wanted to feel Song Shutong's heart.

It’s a pity that she wasn’t thinking about Rong Xuan at that moment, so he couldn’t hear anything.

He was about to ask a question when he saw Song Shutong's face return to normal. He took a vicious bite of the fruit and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"This fruit is too hard. It choked me."

Rong Xuan didn't believe it, but he chose to believe it. As long as she could stay by his side, he would believe anything.