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

Jiang Zhiyi curled up into a ball, hugged her knees, and hid her soft belly like a hedgehog.

She instinctively wanted to grab her fingertips and bite them, but when her rosy lips had already covered her fingertips, she suddenly realized that she didn't have such a habit.

She quickly withdrew her hand, but the pain in her arm gave her inspiration.

This wound was left by Song Shutong. Every time it showed signs of healing, she would cut it again.

At that time, she incurred this wound mainly to make her adulterer, who was still an unknown person, feel sorry for her.

Thinking of that clean and decisive action, Jiang Zhiyi felt his teeth chattering.

As someone who trembles every time she has blood drawn for a physical examination and needs her friends to hold her down, she would not be able to hurt herself if she was not completely immersed in acting.

The reason why this wound was not used later was very simple.

Rong Xuan cared too much about her and indulged her, and Jiang Zhiyi's instinct deep in her soul told her.

When a fish is very excited, it is safer to cool it down.

Jiang Zhiyi held the wound and sighed silently.

Now Song Shutong's character has become different from her original plan.

After she lost her memory as Jiang Zhiyi, her instincts collided with Song Shutong's memories, and an accident occurred.

However, Jiang Zhiyi looked at the 70 that had already reached the task standard and did not plan to continue changing it, as it was impossible to change it back.

It is easy for white to turn black. Have you ever seen a black person turn back to white?

Jiang Zhiyi closed her eyes, and the memory anchor of Song Shutong in her mind instantly covered her original consciousness.

She murmured very quietly.

"Do you really want me to like you? Are you a slut? Do you really want everyone in the world to praise you, bitch."

I don’t know what I was thinking about, but the scene of my first meeting with Rong Xuan appeared in my mind.

He was high up, shining brightly, while she was in a mess in the mud, and she managed to climb the mountain with the one day of glory he had given her.

Rong Xuan, who was sitting high on the stage, opened his eyes, and an unusual fluctuation flashed in his calm and compassionate eyes.

Ruyu's fingers moved, and the emotions in her eyes became complicated in an instant.

The believers in the audience prayed devoutly, with their heads slightly lowered and their eyes tightly closed.

They cannot see the holy God on the high platform, but God is in their hearts.

Suddenly, they heard a clear ringing sound.

Venerable Yue bravely raised his head and took a look secretly, and sure enough, the Son of God who was sitting high on the lotus platform had disappeared.

This situation was very common in the past, but it has not happened in the past two months, which means that the bell symbolizing the Son of God's escape has not sounded for a long time.

Venerable Yue sighed and pressed his palm downwards. The restless little cub was instantly pinned down in place, maintaining the appearance that the Son of God had not left.

The environment on the holy mountain is simple, and under the influence of God's will, the elders are always reluctant to really punish them.

Therefore, the children are much simpler than those living down the mountain. There is nothing wrong with being simple. People with complicated minds are destined to make no progress on the path of cultivation.

But now, Venerable Yue feels that being naive is not a good thing either.

When this kind of person becomes stubborn, it's almost impossible to deal with him.

Despite all these things, the sound of prayers in the temple remained unchanged.

After all, all their wills come from the existence of the Son of God.

His departure will cause them sadness, but it will not affect their dedication to the Son of God.

.................

Song Shutong lay on the snow-white mattress, which was white and fluffy, like the feathers of a crane.

Only a few drops of red plum blossoms flowed down her fragile arms, and the silk that originally wrapped the wound was thrown aside.

Her originally fitted pajamas were a little messy, her black hair stuck to her pretty face, and her chest was slightly heaving.

Rong Xuan's usually slow pace became extremely hurried, tearing open the space. As soon as Song Shutong heard the bell, Rong Xuan had already held her uninjured hand.

She sneered, "Why, the Son of God who helps the world is unwilling to help a little girl like me heal my wounds?"

Rong Xuan half-closed his eyes, his voice a little hoarse: "You clearly know."

Song Shutong shook off his hand: "I clearly know what it is, but I don't understand."

She turned her head away, controlling herself not to look at her. Her chest rose and fell more violently, and the smile on her lips became sharper.

His hand was shaken away, and Rong Xuan knelt meekly in front of the bed like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to do anything.

Song Shutong felt the divine power pressing down on her body, a power so strong that it almost turned into water.

Enough to revive the dead and turn flesh into bones.

But it was impossible to heal this simple and ordinary wound on her body.

She sighed again. If she didn't sigh, she couldn't think of anything else that could suppress her tears.

"Rong Xuan, you know what I hate most is others going against my will."

This feeling made her powerless and caused her to feel incomparable pain.

Rong Xuan lowered his head even more, like an orchid that was about to be broken.

Seeing that he remained silent, Song Shutong's chest heaved more violently. She began to have difficulty breathing. The fire that started from her heart almost burned her whole body.

He finally spoke, but still didn't dare to look at Song Shutong: "I know, that's why I didn't heal your wound."

Song Shutong's suppressed anger was ignited by Rong Xuan's words. She forced herself to straighten her body. Her originally rosy lips turned a lifeless white, and her eyes were filled with naked mockery.

"You know, you know, I see you know nothing, you do what you know is wrong, you pay attention to small matters but lose the big ones, you are shameless and have no sense of shame!"

Rong Xuan finally raised her head, a tear left in her beautiful golden pupils, and her clear eyes were filled with emptiness and pain.

The cold tears fell on the back of Song Shutong's hand as she supported herself on the bed, making her anger even more intense.

She stretched out her injured hand and hit Rong Xuan with all her strength.

Snapped!

The sound from the palm to the fingertips was particularly conspicuous in the quiet room. Thunder sounded outside, almost piercing Song Shutong's eardrums.

There was a blood-red fingerprint on Rong Xuan's originally fair face, and blood even flowed from the corner of his lips, like a broken statue.

Song Shutong knew her own weight. Even if Rong Xuan didn't resist, she would be dreaming if she really wanted to hurt him.

and so.

"What are you pretending for? I can't resist anyway, so why bother lying to me?"

Song Shutong looked at Rong Xuan, his eyes, which were always calm and lazy, were filled with deep pain. When he said the word "lie", the tears that had been suppressed in his heart finally fell from the corners of his eyes.

Rong Xuan saw Song Shutong's tears and the unspeakable pain in his empty eyes. He spoke slowly.

"I just want to have you, forever, completely."