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

Of course Song Shutong heard what Rong Xuan said, but she had no intention of giving up struggling.

Moreover, it would be better to say that her subconscious insolence was also a test.

She wanted to see if this seemingly gentle and kind person would still tolerate her even though she had done something so rude.

Now that she was sure that this person would be tolerant, she kicked him out without any hesitation.

He stretched out his right leg and kicked hard without mercy, shouting loudly at the same time.

"Master Shen Zi, please let me out. I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept staring at you."

Song Shutong's tone was frivolous and casual, and although he was apologizing, it didn't sound sincere at all.

When other devout believers heard Song Shutong speaking to the Son of God in such a frivolous tone, they were so angry that their lips curled up.

In their hearts, they prayed that their sensible Son of God would severely punish this madman.

But this time Rong Xuan did not do what they wanted.

He was still smiling, and he couldn't take back his smile from the moment he saw Song Shutong.

"You really know you're wrong."

The person apologizing was not sincere, and the person accepting the apology spoke as if he was trying to coax him.

Song Shutong kicked the small bulge inside the lotus bud. She knew that the fingertips of the beautiful goddess were touching there.

Unfortunately, she was small and had little strength. Even though she could mobilize her spiritual power freely, it still had no effect on the man's hand.

If no one responds to her outrageous behavior with anger, then rebellion will naturally be meaningless.

The most important thing is to coax this man to release her. This guy is easy to deceive at first glance. How can she fall into his hands?

The tone of his voice softened a little, and he sounded really pitiful.

"Yes, I really know I was wrong. Please let me go. I will never offend you again next time."

Rong Xuan asked: "But I didn't lock you up because you did anything wrong, and your gaze didn't offend me."

Song Shutong's calm temper completely disappeared in front of Rong Xuan. He lost his patience after hearing him say that just after trying to coax him.

"Then why did you lock me up?" Could it be that you want to hide a mistress in your mansion?

Of course, even though she was incredibly brave now, she still didn't have the courage to say the second half of the sentence.

After all, the festival was still going on, and what she said was really stupid.

Song Shutong had concerns, but Rong Xuan had no concerns about the sacrificial ceremony.

"You want me to hide you in a golden house? But isn't a golden house a bit unlucky?"

Song Shutong was frightened by his words. She was very sure that she had not said much of what she was thinking just now.

Besides, she doesn't pretend to be a white flower anymore, so why isn't he surprised at all?

I couldn't help but wonder in my mind how far the relationship between me and this pretty boy has come.

She wouldn't have gone too far, would she? This guy's parents didn't wrongly accuse her!

But there were too many things in his mind, so Song Shutong did not indulge himself in thinking too much, but instead retorted sarcastically on the previous topic.

"What's so unlucky about a golden house? It's just that all men in the world are unfaithful. They took away my love and banished me to the secluded palace. No matter how many oaths I swear, it will be useless."

The smile in Rong Xuan's eyes deepened. He was happy with Song Shutong's unpretentious attitude towards him.

"But Shutong, I am not a man in this world, and my oath will never change."

But she, this little liar, has been changing all the time. She changed again and again in front of him, and finally turned back into her own self.

Song Shutong was tired from kicking, so he just lay down on the soft yellow pistil, pulling off the petals from the inside and covering himself with them.

Perhaps he realized that she didn't want to run away, so he actually let her tear it off.

Rest your head on your hands and put your left leg on top of your right leg.

When I feel more comfortable, my words become less sharp.

"Yes, yes, you are a fairy boy from the outside world, but who knows."

I wonder what she spent all that time last night doing. As soon as Song Shutong finished saying this, he couldn't help yawning.

Rong Xuan sat on the high platform. The ceremony that usually bored him seemed less boring with Song Shutong's company. He even did not leave halfway, which was a rare occasion.

Rong Xuan held the flower bud in both hands and spoke softly to Song Shutong.

"You will know. Everyone will know."

Song Shutong was half asleep and half awake, in a daze.

She used to hate it most when others disturbed her when she was sleepy, but maybe because Rong Xuan's voice was so pleasant to the ears, she responded incoherently.

"Why do you want me to know this, and why do you want everyone to know this?"

Rong Xuan's voice sounded a little more serious.

"If you cherish what the book says, you should not take it lightly."

Song Shutong clamped the petal between his legs, yawned again, and his tone became even more confused.

"Why are you talking about this again? Let me know, let everyone in the world know, so that I can treasure it and not treat it lightly."

Rong Xuan touched the small flower bud again and again with his fingertips.

“That’s not all, there’s more to it.”

As he said this, the white flowers in his hair blossomed completely, and a strange and subtle fragrance emanated from Rongxuan's bones, exuding an alluring fragrance.

Song Shutong was already not clear-headed, and the smell made his mind even more hazy.

"Then tell me first, who is the unlucky girl you are going to announce to the world?"

Oh my God, it can’t be me. I lied to him once and he took revenge on me like this.

The person who had been answering every question just now did not answer this question immediately after hearing it, as if all his assurances just now had become a joke.

Song Shutong had almost been dragged into sleep, and in a trance he seemed to finally hear a very difficult sound.

"you......."

Song Shutong fell asleep completely, but the outermost edge of the delicate lotus bud had quietly turned yellow. It had clearly not yet bloomed, but it already had a decadent air.

In this dream, Song Shutong slept very soundly. His whole body was warm, as if he was soaking in warm spring water. There was no place on his body that felt uncomfortable.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Song Shutong finally woke up from the cotton-like bed.

First, the sound of gurgling water touched her senses, and her spiritual awareness spread out naturally. Without any pain, she was now in the middle of the water.

Then came the elegant lotus fragrance, lingering at her nose, but soon, this fragrance was replaced by other fragrances, just like hundreds of flowers competing for beauty.

She opened her eyes and found herself coming out of the lotus bud and lying on a round bed.

The mattress was soft and light, it was her dream bed.

Song Shutong looked around and guessed that he should have been taken back to the residence of the Son of God.

After all, it is surrounded by water, and he is the only one in the world who can have such specifications.

Song Shutong didn't care about the decoration of the palace. After all, no matter how luxurious and elegant it was, it didn't matter.

However, the most interesting thing about his palace is probably that it coexists harmoniously with the spiritual plants, and it even makes people feel a little dazed at first glance.

It's like being in a fairyland.

She did not get out of bed, but was lying there, wondering where the Son of God had gone, when she heard the clear ringing of a bell.