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

There is no such thing as a one-time event, and the fantasy is shattered.

Song Shutong was thrown into the holy pool, washed and soaked, and then thrown into the temple.

Literally throwing.

"F**k you, you really threw it!!!"

After Qingyi's huge crane flew high above the temple, it turned over quickly and dropped the person directly down.

In the vast sky, Song Shutong looked like a tiny bird, his snow-white robe making loud crackling sounds in the violent wind.

When passing through the clouds, Song Shutong felt her whole body numb, and her untied hair just happened to cover her face.

Song Shutong also lost his vision during the process of weightlessness, and his first reaction was to curse.

After venting her emotions, she immediately controlled herself and lay flat in the air.

The speed of falling was too fast, and controlling the limbs became extremely difficult.

The black hair was blown into the sky by the strong wind, and only the blue sky was left in Song Shutong's eyes.

After the unlucky cloud was dispersed by her, the other clouds seemed to be frightened as well and ran to the other side of the sky in the blink of an eye.

After lying completely flat, her wide and tough robe became the sail of the ship. While bearing the huge pressure, her falling speed was slowed down.

After the threat of death was alleviated, Song Shutong's brain, which was dominated by intuition, regained some clarity.

She quickly formed seals with her white hands, and her ten fingers danced like butterflies, drawing mysterious tracks in the air.

White light flickered between her fingers, as bright as stars. As the seal was completed, a mysterious power surged out from her hands and spread around.

A bluish-white flying bird chirped crisply and appeared under Song Shutong.

The shadow of the flying bird carried Song Shutong down slowly, and the breath of anger in her heart finally relaxed. She sat cross-legged, leisurely watching the scenery on the ground gradually approaching.

The first thing that comes into view is a chalcedony-like lake. A tall and majestic temple exuding an ancient atmosphere is located in the center of the lake. There are no plants on the calm lake surface.

It's more like a mirror than a lake.

She couldn't see any life in her field of vision, and the person she had originally imagined would come to pick her up didn't exist.

As a young lady who grew up in a noble family, the first thought that came to Song Shutong's mind was.

She was plotted against.

The eyes that had been lazy for a long time now showed a solemn look that had not been seen for a long time.

Before she could brainstorm and think of the way to talk to the boss, she saw Rong Xuan.

He was wearing a deep red robe embroidered with golden chrysanthemums, and his inky black hair was dotted with white flowers blooming, emitting a fluorescent glow like pearls in the sea.

Rong Xuan looked at Song Shutong who was descending towards him. She looked as free as a flying bird between the water and sky.

He stood straight. There was a large open space in front of the temple, but he was the only one standing there.

The conspiracy theory in Song Shutong's mind quickly dissipated when he saw Rong Xuan standing alone, and the corners of his mouth, which were originally raised, flattened.

When the bird fell to the height of the temple's eaves, it stopped abruptly.

The girl on the bird's back did not try again. Looking at the man on the ground, she simply flipped over and got off the bird without any hesitation.

There was an empty sky. The moment Song Shutong stepped on it, soft clouds appeared under her feet, completely losing their previous arrogance.

She didn't sit down and lie down as she had done before, but walked straight down.

The snow-white and soft clouds formed a fluffy staircase, making every step Song Shutong took safe enough.

The closer you are to Rong Xuan, the colder you feel.

He was tall, and Song Shutong was only barely level with him when he was standing on the last step.

The corners of Rong Xuan's lips were curved and the curves of his eyes were flying upwards, but he didn't look warm no matter how you looked at him.

Song Shutong: “….”

She simply reached out her hand and touched the corner of his lips with her fingertips without any hesitation.

"Smile."

Rong Xuan grabbed her hand. Her fingers were colder than his, so he could just warm her up.

Song Shutong felt the warm touch of his palm, and she felt goose bumps all over her body.

But she didn't push him away. Instead, she used her free hand to touch the other side of his face.

"Smile for me."

The color of Rong Xuan's golden eyes seemed to melt, and her long eyelashes blinked.

"I laughed."

His voice was very low, and Song Shutong felt that he was even more aggrieved.

Song Shutong jumped down from the last cloud and deliberately leaned to the right in order to avoid hitting the small snow mountain.

Song Shutong, who was concentrating on looking at the green slate, naturally did not notice Rong Xuan's increasingly aggrieved expression.

After jumping down, Song Shutong naturally withdrew his hand, and the color in his eyes faded.

Song Shutong's heart, which was not hard to begin with, became even softer after seeing his look.

But thinking back to the awkward feeling just now, I still didn't hold her hand.

Stand on tiptoes slightly, form a circle with your index finger and thumb, and press against the corner of his mouth to bend it upwards.

He cooperated with Song Shutong's actions, lowered his head, and curved the corners of his lips into an arc that satisfied her.

Only after she saw the poor little thing in front of her turn into the little fox it was when she first saw it did she stop with satisfaction.

Looking around at the deserted temple, Song Shutong asked directly.

"Why are you the only one waiting here? Where are the others who are serving you?"

Rong Xuan looked at Song Shutong's slightly annoyed expression and spoke cautiously: "I'm the only one here."

At this time, Song Shutong had him in her heart, so he could naturally hear her voice.

"What's going on? How can a servant treat his master so badly? It's totally lawless and has no rules."

He didn't quite understand what she was thinking and always felt it was very complicated.

What is a master? What is a servant? If there are servants, are there masters?

Song Shutong got even angrier after hearing what Rong Xuan said: "You mean, the people on the Holy Mountain let you live alone in this deserted pond without even a flower."

Rong Xuan corrected the mistake in her words: "I don't live in a pond, the temple is located on Moyue Lake."

Song Shutong was suffocated by his words and looked at Rong Xuan.

The smile on Wei Li's face remained unchanged, and she had no idea what the problem was.

The red robe did not increase his aura at all, but instead made the confusion on his face seem even more abrupt.

Song Shutong gritted his teeth and said, "You only look like the smartest person. Are you stupid? You don't even know that others have neglected you."

Neglect?

After hearing these two words, Rong Xuan belatedly understood Song Shutong's dissatisfaction at the moment.

It turned out that she thought the believers had treated him badly and felt sorry for him.

Although this was not the case, in order to make the person in front of him love him more, he certainly couldn't tell her directly.