The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse

◎I don't want to take a bath◎

Song Dingding's expression was slightly stunned, as if he saw a ghost, but the silver-haired boy in front of him seemed very indifferent, and there was not much emotion on his face.

He repeated his question again: "Who are you?"

Song Dingding didn't know how to answer, she pursed her lips, as if she wanted to carry out the silence to the end.

He asked again, "Why are you on my island?"

She looked around, feeling more and more depressed.

The silver hair of the young man poured down behind him like a stream of water, melodiously hanging down to his buttocks. When he spoke, he was neither humble nor arrogant, nor did he have the slightest arrogance, which made people feel the gentleness of a gentleman like jade.

Song Dingding looked up at him for a while, although his behavior was a little rude, but the boy didn't shout, or reacted violently.

He just stood there calmly, letting her observe carefully.

The young man looks like he has not even had his hair tied, his porcelain-white skin is delicate and soft, the sun on his face in a winter afternoon, and the thin fluff is covered with a faint golden halo, making him appear gentle and peaceful.

The sea breeze blew, his black eyes lowered, the soft broken hair hanging down from his forehead, Xuan Xuan's black fox fur made him look a little more stable than his age, but he also lost the unique freshness of youth.

The loud sneezing made the two of them regain their senses at the same time, and Song Dingding sneezed three times in a row.

The transparent liquid hanging between her breath made the atmosphere a little embarrassing. She sniffed, and there was a slender and white palm in front of her, with a white silk handkerchief lying quietly in the palm.

Song Dingding hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out and took the silk handkerchief.

She didn't know how she was somehow involved in the illusion of Daojun Wuzang. Of course, this is not the most important thing. Now she just wants to know how to get out.

After wiping her nose, she looked at the silk handkerchief in her hand, and it wasn't even when she returned it, and it wasn't even when she put it away.

The boy said: "You keep it."

Song Dingding hurriedly stuffed the silk handkerchief into the storage ring as if he had been granted amnesty.

On the side of the island in the northern winter, even the wind is cold, like a stepmother's big mouth, fanning her face like a knife.

She was wearing a thin shirt, her nose was red from the cold, and she shrank her hands and feet, but her eyes couldn't help sweeping towards the surroundings.

Song Dingding wanted to go back, but couldn't find a way out of the illusion.

At this moment, her brain has been frozen and shut down, she can't think about too many problems, she just wants to curl up in the bed and warm her hands and feet with a hot water bottle.

The teenager raised his eyebrows and asked, "Little sister, are you lost?"

Song Dingding heard the words 'little sister', like a thunderbolt. She was clearly dressed in men's clothes, and she was already an adult. He looked like a teenager. To talk about seniority, he had to call her sister.

She opened her mouth and was about to speak, but saw him take off the fox fur from his body, put it behind her shoulders, stretch out his hand unhurriedly, and tie the fox fur belt around his neck.

The thick firmness of the fox fur made her feel the slightest warmth, and Song Dingding, who was wrapped in warmth, immediately forgave his rashness.

Unexpectedly, Daojun Wu Zang in his youth was so kind-hearted, which was a little unexpected.

According to the outside world's rumors about him, coupled with the labels of killing gods, cold-blooded, and villains, she thought he was born with bloodthirsty, and he grew from bad to big.

When she lost her mind, she heard him ask again, "Little sister, where is your home?"

Song Dingding hesitated and was silent for a long time.

She didn't know how to explain to the young man Wu Zang Daojun in front of her, because she didn't know why she came here, and whether it was an illusion or a ghost place.

Just when she was silent, his warm palm gently landed on top of her head. He squatted down and rubbed her messy and soft hair: "Poor little mute."

Song Dingding: "...?"

Poor little mute? !

She slapped his hand away and said indifferently, "I'm not dumb."

As she said that, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Song Dingding looked at his small hand, which was only half the size of the boy's palm, grabbed his neck and tried to make a sound: "cough..."

The tender voice made her a little dazed, and she didn't recover until it snowed heavily.

This is not her body, or it can be said that she is in the body of a little girl who is less than ten years old at this moment.

Is this also a fantasy?

She stared at her hand in a daze, and for a long time, a pair of palms that were as warm as jade carvings gently clasped her frozen little hands.

She heard a sigh: "It's snowing, go to my house first?"

Before she could answer, he took her hand, stood up and walked forward.

Song Dingding stood for a long time, his toes were frozen and numb, and his body followed him forward, but his legs and feet did not obey.

The teenager in front of him reacted quickly and grabbed her body, preventing her from hitting the ground face first and throwing a dog to eat shit.

The teenager straightened her body, put his palms on his ankles and rubbed gently: "Frozen?"

"In such a cold day, how can you run out wearing so little?"

He whispered, seeing her dazed expression, he simply squatted in front of her: "Come up, I'll carry you."

Song Dingding knew that it was useless to continue stalemate here. Not only could he not be able to think of a way to leave, but he would freeze to death here.

She lay up obediently, wrapped her small arms around his neck, and felt the warm breath on his body, she moved slightly closer, as if it was against the stove.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it floated down from the air like goose feathers. When he approached the mansion with her on his back, the ground was already piled up with snow as high as his ankles. The soles of his shoes stepped into the deep snow, making a small creaking sound.

Song Dingding lives in the south. It is no exaggeration to say that she has hardly seen what snow looks like.

She gradually warmed up on his back, regained some energy, and couldn't help reaching out to catch the fluttering snow.

The snowflakes fell on her hands, condensed into clear crystals, and then melted into water little by little by the scalding body temperature of her palm.

The maid cleaning the courtyard saw her young master carrying a girl doll on his back, the broom raised in his hand stopped in midair, and her lips moved slightly to prove her surprise at the moment.

This island is isolated from the world, and no outsider has ever been here, and the princess has repeatedly warned that if the young master has any contact with outsiders, he must report to the princess as soon as possible.

The young man walked to the door and suddenly stopped. He seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he turned to look at the maid: "Cuizhu, go and boil some hot water and cook another bowl of **** soup."

The maid named Cuizhu nodded quickly. She put down the broom in her hand and trotted out of the yard.

There was only a maid and a deaf-mute servant in his yard. Fortunately, although there were few people, these two were quick workers.

After Song Dingding finished sweeping the snow off her body, Cuizhu had already prepared hot water for bathing. She didn't know whether it was because Cuizhu looked at her strangely or she was too sensitive.

She always felt that this maid was a little ill-intentioned.

His bedroom is very spacious, and there is a special bath for bathing. As long as the bamboo gate is opened, the bath will be filled with hot water.

Cuizhu knew that the young master was not from the princess' biological blood, and I heard that he was the illegitimate child of the master and some demon woman.

But the hot water in the bathroom is supplied for twelve hours. The princess has never treated the boy's daily life harshly, and even more concerned about the boy's physical condition than the usual mother.

Cuizhu stood by the bath and wanted to help Song Dingding undress and take a bath, but she held on to the boy's arm tightly, gritted her teeth and said, "Big brother, don't go."

The boy was stunned for a moment: "But you have to take a bath."

She didn't let go at all: "I don't want to take a bath."

He squatted down and raised his hand to sweep away the crystals formed by the snowflakes on her temples: "You are all soaked wet, and you will catch the wind and cold if you don't take a bath."

Song Dingding listened to his tone as if he was coaxing a child. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Pei Ming - he always likes to speak to her in this tone.

She didn't want to be alone with the maid. After all, the maid looked at her badly, and she was living in a child's body now. If the maid wanted to do anything to her, she would definitely not be able to resist.

But the silver-haired boy in front of him is obviously not ready to compromise with her. Even if she is crying... No, she is not someone who can do such a thing.

Song Dingding looked around and set his eyes on the twelve mica screens surrounding the entrance of the bath, his eyes lit up: "Unless you are willing to stand outside the screen and wait for me, otherwise I won't take a bath."

Her almost threatening tone made the boy think she was a tantrum girl, he nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll wait for you outside the screen."

Perhaps the young man agreed too happily, but Song Dingding felt hesitant. She grabbed his warm palm, and under his puzzled eyes, she slowly stretched out her pinky finger: "Pull the hook."

juvenile:"…"

Just when he was stunned, she had finished the process of pulling the hook neatly, and stamped a seal on his thumb: "The hook is hanged, and it cannot be changed for a hundred years. It's a puppy to lie."

Song Dingding didn't feel ashamed about her actions. Anyway, she was wearing someone else's skin. Even if this place was really a fantasy of Daojun Wu Zang, after she left here, he didn't know who she was.

On the contrary, the young man looked a little shy, and hurriedly walked out of the bath, keeping his promise and obediently waiting outside the screen.

She looked at Cuizhu, her nerves tense, for fear that Cuizhu would drown her in the water, she took off her clothes and jumped into the soup pool.

Cuizhu stood by the soup pool, looked at the female doll in the water, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

This girl is really shrewd, and has a pair of eagle-sharp eyes, as if she can read people's hearts at any time - she really wants to drown Song Dingding, the princess said that no one can get close to the young master.

Originally, after drowning, the corpse was simply disposed of. If the young master asked, she said that the girl had run away.

But now, the young master is just outside the screen, and any trouble will be discovered, so she naturally dare not act rashly.

Song Dingding almost rinsed in the soup pool, like a hairy belly in the pot, after counting a dozen or so, he hurriedly climbed to the edge of the soup pool.

Cuizhu never thought that she could finish bathing alive, so she didn't prepare clothes that fit her, and Song Dingding, as the young master's guest, naturally couldn't wear the clothes of other people.

She walked quickly outside the screen to ask the young master's opinion. After getting approval, she went to his bedroom closet and took out a silk robe.

For nine or ten-year-old children, Song Dingding wearing this robe seemed to be stealing an adult's clothes.

The young man looked at her for a long time, and seeing that she was not very happy, he asked Cuizhu to fetch the scissors and trimmed them a few times, almost to the right size.

He led her to the bedroom: "Are you hungry, have you eaten yet?"

Song Dingding was about to answer, but she saw the long mirror leaning on the red lacquer pillar. She shook off his hand, walked up quickly, and reached out to touch the mirror subconsciously.

Mirror, can this mirror send her away?

The moment her fingertips touched the mirror, the door rang with a bang, Cuizhu hurried up to meet her, followed behind the beautifully dressed and dignified woman, lowered her head and whispered, "Princess."

The sound was extremely abrupt in the quiet bedroom, which shocked her, turning her head to look at the source of the sound.

Then I saw the woman in her thirties, dressed in a purple silk tulle skirt, with a plain white red gold shawl on her arms, with a jade hairpin inserted between her buns, and a golden flower tie on her forehead. It looks dignified and noble.

She came so aggressively that Song Dingding had an inexplicable illusion that she was here to kill her, so she walked quickly to the boy's side and gently grabbed his sleeve: "Big brother, I'm afraid."