Seeing the girl she hadn't seen for two days and two nights, Xu Jiamu's heart suddenly contracted and she felt sore.

He moved his feet, leaned on the body and stood up straight, and without saying a word, he ran towards Sang Ji and hugged her hard.

The newly grown stubble scraped mercilessly across Sang Ji's tender little face and stopped at her neck.

Xu Jiamu bent over, buried her face in her arms, and breathed quickly and nervously, and the warm breath sprayed on her white skin.

Today, Sang Ji wears a short one-shoulder skirt.

The two hugged each other tightly like this, and after a long time Xu Jiamu arrived, he reluctantly let go of Sang Ji.

"Are you alright?" Xu Jiamu's eyes were red, he trotted to Sang Ji's side and grabbed her in a circle, and when he wanted to give her a warm hug, Xu Jiamu, who was standing on the side, stretched out his hand and forcibly separated Xu Jiamu and Sang Ji.

Xu Jiamu was stunned for a second, and then asked with a cold expression: "You don't still suspect that I injured Sang Ji, right?" ”

"No," Xu Jiamu took Sang Ji's hand expressionlessly and brought it to his side, "I just don't want her to hug other men." ”

After he finished speaking, he paused, felt that it was inappropriate, and then added, "No, I don't want her to hug anyone." ”

“……”

Xu Jiamu felt Xu Jiamu's strong jealousy, and looked at him for two seconds, his cold face disintegrated, his straight lips rose slightly, and he withdrew his hand with a smile and continued to ask, "Are you okay?" ”

Sang Ji only felt a sudden sweetness in her heart, and she hung her head shyly and shook it.

Xu Jiamu let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and hugged her into her arms again, and said distressedly, "It's good that you're fine, otherwise ......"

Otherwise, you can't forgive yourself.

Xu Jiamu's words paused, and he didn't continue, as long as Sang Ji was fine, he would be relieved.

Xu Jiamu, who was standing beside the two of them, had a dark look in his eyes, and couldn't help but interrupt loudly: "Xu Jiamu, are you embarrassed to hug Xiao Sangji for so long?" ”

When Xu Jiamu heard this, he let go of Sang Ji and turned his head to look at Xu Jiamu suspiciously.

Before the question could be asked, he was heard to continue: "How long have you not taken a bath?" ”

Kuwaki: "......"

Xu Jiamu: "......"

Xu Jiamu saw that he had successfully cleaned up the "sour smell" floating in the air, and his eyebrows and eyes raised a little proudly, "Go to my house for dinner?" ”

"Why?" Xu Jiamu said, "Our chef's cooking skills are better than yours. ”

Xu Jiamu was choked suddenly, pursed his lips and glanced at him before walking forward, "Then go to your house to eat, I will call my mother to prepare." ”

"Aunt Xu is coming too?" Xu Jiamu's tail voice rose slightly, "Then let's go to your house to eat, it's embarrassing to let the seniors go." ”

When Xu Jiamu said this, he not only smiled, but also felt relaxed and comfortable that he hadn't arrived for many years.

Sang Ji looked at Xu Jiamu, then turned his head to look at Xu Jiamu and blinked.

I don't know when these two people became unfamiliar, and I don't know which detail to start with, these two people have returned to the good feeling they had when they were children.

Like, the relationship between her and Xu Jiamu has inexplicably stiffened and inexplicably eased and developed like a good aspect.

Sang Ji lowered his head and watched Xu Jiamu holding her hand tightly and walking forward, and his heart felt warm.

I wish I could go on like this.

But soon, the opposite turned out to be what she had imagined.

Xu Jiamu stopped and let go of her hand, but opened the door of the front seat for her, and put her hand on the roof to prevent her from hitting it.