The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

Chapter 153: Revealing the True Heart

"Hanhuan, you are still very young." Song Jinmian sighed.

There it is again.

There is one thing you are still young for, I will tell you when you grow up.

There was a perfunctory smell coming towards you.

Besides, Song Jinmian had just used this sentence to evade her!

The more Jiang Huanhuan thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she looked at Song Jinmian's hand, the more impatient she became.

Today she was going to bite Song Jinmian's hand to pieces!

But after Jiang Huanhuan bit him hard, Song Jinmian did not struggle.

He even prepared tissues to wipe Jiang Huanhuan's mouth.

Jiang Huanhuan: “…”

Unable to feel Song Jinmian's pain and struggle, Jiang Huanhuan also found her biting extremely boring.

It's like chewing wood.

Not interesting.

Jiang Huanhuan suspected that it was Song Jinmian's trick.

The puppy shut up angrily, and the next moment, Song Jinmian was wiping Jiang Huanhuan's cheek with the tissue naturally.

A soft tissue wiped the corner of his lips.

Song Jinmian tried to dissuade him earnestly, his tone steady, as if he was coaxing an ignorant child.

He said, "Don't bite me next time. My hands are dirty. If you really want to bite me, you can let me wash my hands first."

Jiang Huanhuan was so angry that she pounced on the person and bit him.

"I'm going to pounce on you!"

In the warm embrace with the scent of bamboo leaves, Song Jinmian seemed to have anticipated Jiang Huanhuan's sudden attack. He reached out and grabbed Jiang Huanhuan's back, stabilizing her center of gravity and preventing her from falling.

At the same time, he was also on guard against Jiang Huanhuan pulling his tie and biting his Adam's apple.

And at the moment when Jiang Huanhuan really raised her head and was about to bite the other person's slender neck, she heard Song Jinmian's voice.

"You are not Jiang Huanhuan?" he said softly.

Jiang Huanhuan froze instantly, staring at Song Jinmian in surprise, not knowing how to respond, her mind going blank.

After a moment, she buried her face in his chest and pretended to be stupid with a muffled nasal voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm Jiang Huanhuan."

She wanted to break free from Song Jinmian's legs.

But she was like a sheep in a tiger's mouth. Song Jinmian had already held her waist tightly and she couldn't break free.

Even when she wanted to escape, Song Jinmian would tickle her.

"Don't move. I didn't reveal your thoughts."

Song Jinmian corrected his previous inquiry, becoming more detailed and accurate.

"You are not the Jiang Huanhuan from before." This time he spoke in a firm tone.

This was the first time Jiang Huanhuan encountered this problem, and she couldn't fool around.

Song Jinmian understood her and could understand her inner answer without even saying a word.

What's more, being exposed... the system didn't teach her how to deal with it!

Jiang Huanhuan could only bury her head in Song Jinmian's chest and act like a spoiled child.

"I don't know! I don't know! I really don't know what you're talking about!"

She was unwilling to admit it no matter what.

Most people wouldn’t believe such weird and supernatural things!

Just pretending to be dead!

Instead, Song Jinmian raised his hand and patted her head, speaking slowly in a soothing tone.

"I met Jiang Huanhuan a few years ago, even though we only met from a distance. You were completely different from the one you are now."

Slender and powerful fingers combed her thick black hair, and the hot fingertips unconsciously brushed against her earlobe. The subtle itch was like an electric current flowing through her body, making Jiang Huanhuan's scalp numb.

"You're like a little animal."

"Blurred, blunt, and reckless."

"At first I thought you were too well protected and only had a vague understanding of some things, but later I realized you really didn't understand."

Song Jinmian held her in his arms, and spoke in a low, soothing voice to her.

His chin rested on Jiang Huanhuan's soft hair, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of peach candy.

"You are still very young. You haven't experienced many things or met many people."

"It's unfair for you to say you like me without knowing it and to be with me rashly."

"It's not that I don't care about you. No one will hate you."

"But you need to see a wider world before you can judge whether you love me or rely on me, instead of being tied down by me so early."

Doesn’t Song Jinmian dislike Jiang Huanhuan?

Her appearance injected a great deal of energy into his boring life and added a different color to it.

It's not just love that grows over time, perhaps his attention was attracted from the first sight.

Even if you escape, your subconscious mind will still follow you.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to call Jiang Huanhuan.

She is smart and can come up with solutions on her own.

No one dislikes her, and many people are willing to help her.

He just got the chance by luck.

However, the closer they got, the more inferior Song Jinmian felt.

He was unable to move around easily and was unable to protect Jiang Huanhuan at the critical moment.

Even when Jiang Huanhuan was sleeping on the carpet, he had no way to pick her up and move her to a comfortable position.

Things that ordinary people can do are destined to be impossible for him.

He didn't want to imprison Jiang Huanhuan's wings because of his selfishness.

Jiang Huanhuan didn't quite understand.

She looked up at Song Jinmian for a long time, frowning and then relaxing her brows.

The puppy asked in confusion: "Why do you think you are not good? I think you are super good!"

Song Jinmian pinched the back of Jiang Huan's neck.

"I am a disabled person. My left leg is destined to never recover. After all, I am not a normal person."

"Disability brings not only physical pain, but also mental suffering."

"What appears to be concern is actually condescending pity and ridicule, all kinds of looks, and so-called preferential treatment."

"And the 'true heart' that appeared before me for money and benefits."

He had been stuck in the quagmire and climbed out of the abyss.

He is no longer a so-called 'gentleman' or 'good man'.

The next moment, Jiang Huanhuan covered Song Jinmian's mouth.

"Swallow it back." Jiang Huanhuan said seriously.

Jiang Huanhuan looked up at him, her face, which usually filled with joy and liveliness, was now unusually serious, her amber eyes reflecting Song Jinmian's figure earnestly.

"Swallow it back." Jiang Huanhuan covered Song Jinmian's lips with both hands. "I don't like you talking about yourself like that. I'll be very angry and sad."

"I have eyes and ears, I can hear and see."

“Don’t let others judge you, and don’t let yourself describe yourself.”

The next second, Jiang Huanhuan's forehead was pressed against Song Jinmian's forehead.

Close eye contact.

Jiang Huanhuan's eyes were vicious and her tone was extremely unfriendly.

"Did you hear that?"

Following her slightly fierce warning, Song Jinmian only felt a sharp burn.

The amber eyes are like the scorching sun, dazzling and glaring.

It was like a branding iron from a raging fire, leaving an indelible mark on the eyes.

very hot.

The heat in my legs was also rising.

Song Jinmian himself has a strong blood and his body temperature is higher than normal people.

Jiang Huanhuan sat in his arms, wrapped in thick clothes, like a warm little stove.

Too warm, too dazzling.

It's even to the point where one wonders if it will cause burns.

But at this moment, Song Jinmian wanted to reach out regardless of the consequences, even if it would burn to ashes.

He reached out and hugged the little sun in his arms.