Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Meng Wenjin supported Chu Xiaoyun with both hands and easily helped her up.

"Is everything okay?"

After helping the person down on the ground, Meng Wenjin squatted on the ground and carefully checked if she had any injuries.

He has handsome features, and when he is truly worried about someone, his eyes seem to be filled with bright sunlight, gentle and reliable.

She's the type of young girl who likes to cling to older brothers.

Chu Xiaoyun is different. She has a grudge against Meng Wenjin and does not think Meng Wenjin is gentle and considerate.

She just felt that the posture in which she was held just now was very awkward and uncomfortable, and it also hurt her self-esteem as a beautiful girl.

Chu Xiaoyun immediately reached out to push Meng Wenjin, but she didn't have much strength and couldn't push him away.

Meng Wenjin saw that her cheeks were slightly puffed up because of anger, and it was like a light feather tickling his heart. He thought it was cute and let go of it.

"what happened?"

After letting her go, Meng Wenjin took a few steps back, put some distance between them, and then asked in confusion.

Chu Xiaoyun did not hide her attitude this time, her voice sounded like it was humming from the tip of her nose, a little bit coquettish.

"Why are you still following me?"

Meng Wenjin was puzzled and asked.

"Didn't you say you would take me to the garden to play?"

"I mean to take you to the garden to play. Now we are in the garden, you play yours, I play mine, we don't interfere with each other."

Chu Xiaoyun tried to straighten her soft hands into a blade shape, and drew a faint mark between the two of them. She held her head high, like a proud little swan.

The way she looked made it clear that she disliked him, and even made her dislike for him very clear in front of everyone.

If such direct disgust were expressed by an adult, it would definitely make people feel uncomfortable.

But when it happens to a cute little girl who is only five years old, it will not cause any disgust at all.

Moreover, Chu Xiaoyun was the person who saved her life, so Meng Wenjin would never be angry with her.

He had learned the skill of pretending to be pitiful to win the little girl's heart, and he looked dejected and asked pitifully why.

"Sister Chu doesn't want to play with me? Did I do something wrong?"

Chu Xiaoyun was about to say loudly that she hated him, but seeing his expression, she could not help but lower her voice and muttered softly:

"Who told you to repay kindness with enmity? It was me who found someone to rescue you from the lake, but you actually asked the emperor to grant you marriage! Humph, you are a bad person, I don't want to pay attention to you."

"I don't want to be your wife either!"

Chu Xiaoyun was still young, and her understanding of the arranged marriage was that she vaguely knew that she would become someone else's wife in the future.

If she became a wife, she would have to live with this older brother whom she didn't know and wouldn't be able to see her parents. She didn't want to do that.

The more Chu Xiaoyun spoke, the angrier she felt. She crossed her arms over her chest and stomped her feet hard.

Then, he turned sideways and turned his head, not facing Meng Wenjin directly.

The silver bells hanging from the pink ribbon tied in her bun made a tinkling sound as they swayed, which matched the girl's little temper perfectly.

Meng Wenjin just felt helpless and amused.

Unfortunately, he was also worried about his parents' request for a marriage.

If Meng Wenjin hadn't found out later that the person who arranged the marriage was the girl who saved him, his mood would probably be similar to Chu Xiaoyun's.

I wanted to laugh because Chu Xiaoyun's little movements when she was angry were very interesting and vivid.

Meng Wenjin's eyes never left Chu Xiaoyun. Seeing her lips curling higher and higher because he didn't explain, he quickly tugged at the corner of her clothes.

When she turned around, they stood face to face.

Meng Wenjin half-bent his knees, allowing himself and Chu Xiaoyun to look each other in the eye, and then explained seriously:

"Sister Chu, you saved me from falling into the water last time. I am really grateful."

"I didn't arrange the marriage, as you know. I fainted after being rescued to the shore. I didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day."

"It was my parents' own decision to ask the Emperor to grant me the marriage."

Chu Xiaoyun stared at Meng Wenjin questioningly for a long time, and could only see the word sincerity in his eyes.

She was skeptical about Meng Wenjin's explanation. Even if she believed it completely, the anger in her heart would not diminish in the slightest.

Chu Xiaoyun pursed her lips and muttered:

"You can say whatever you want, but we can't just cancel this."

"I just don't want to play with you. If mother hadn't insisted that I bring you out, I wouldn't have paid any attention to you."

She had not yet been taught much about the courtesy used in adult interactions, and as she was speaking she blurted out everything her mother had asked the maid to tell her in private.

Finally, Chu Xiaoyun made a "verdict":

"I hate you."

When she said she hated something, she didn't look away or evasive, and her attitude was very serious. It wasn't just a childish tantrum or a joke.

When Meng Wenjin noticed this, he suddenly became panicked.

He wanted to do something to change Chu Xiaoyun's opinion of him.

Of course, this idea is not due to love between men and women.

No matter how precocious and steady a person is, he or she will not develop mature romantic feelings for someone at the age of 7.

Chu Xiaoyun appeared when Meng Wenjin was most desperate and pulled him out of despair. She also fought for the justice he deserved. Those were things that Meng Wenjin had never had in the Marquis' Mansion.

To Meng Wenjin, she was like a ray of light on rainy days, and her meaning to him was very different.

He didn't want to make Chu Xiaoyun dislike him.

"Sister Chu, I brought you a gift, please don't hate me, okay?"

Meng Wenjin took out an oil-paper bag from her sleeve and handed it to her carefully.

After he knew that he would come to the Chu Mansion today, he specially started saving his monthly allowance. After asking someone to inquire, he let Baichuan buy the gifts.

Chu Xiaoyun took it curiously and opened it.

You don’t even need to taste it. Just take a sniff and you’ll know it’s the locust flower chestnut crisps that you like but are hard to find.

Her eyes lit up and she wanted to reach out to take a piece to taste it, but suddenly stopped.

"Forget it, I can't take it. I ate a piece of crispy candy today, and I can't eat anything else. Otherwise, my mother will scold me."

Chu Xiaoyun reluctantly stuffed the pastry back into Meng Wenjin's hands.

"Why would my aunt scold me if I took it?"

As a self-disciplined person who did not value personal desires, Meng Wenjin had never been lectured by anyone about eating pastries, so he did not quite understand.

"Because eating too much sweets will cause toothache."

Chu Xiaoyun covered her cheeks, as if she was thinking of some bad memory, and there was still some residual fear in her eyes.

The chubby cheeks are puffed up by the palms, making them look even more adorable.

Meng Wenjin suddenly realized and took the oil paper bag handed to her by Chu Xiaoyun, thinking about bringing another gift next time.

After the location of the pastry was transferred,

"I haven't eaten chestnut crisps for a long time~~"

The soft sigh was neither loud nor soft, but just loud enough for Meng Wenjin to hear clearly.

It was as if I had said it on purpose for him to hear.