Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

It was so natural that Song Le didn't realize that there was something wrong for a while, but felt restrained, and moved his fingers lazily.

Closing his eyes again, just as he was about to fall asleep again, his brain, dulled by the hangover, suddenly exploded.

She opened her eyes with all sleepiness gone, and suddenly shook off the hand on her waist, the movement was so large that it woke up the people beside her.

Lu Xi had a sleepy look that hadn't woken up yet, her long eyelashes were lazily half-lidded, her light blue eyes were half-opened and half-closed, her voice was slightly hoarse, and she said ignorantly, "Well, what's wrong?"

……

what happened?

Song Le opened his mouth and was speechless.

After feeling the strange state of the two people under the quilt who were almost naked and "frankly facing each other", the soreness on their bodies was also particularly obvious at this moment.

She didn't dare to move, desperately hoping that this was just an all too real dream.

But the next second—

After Lu Xi woke up a little, she stretched out her hand and hugged her softly with a smile, and softly called Miss Sister.

That intimacy like a small animal acting like a baby mercilessly broke Song Le's hope.

"...We won't be?" Song Le asked stiffly.

Hearing this, Lu Xi blinked, and rarely said shyly: "Yes, we..."

- asleep.

Song Le felt as if a thunderbolt struck in his mind, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

The memory stopped at drinking the glass of champagne that was not right yesterday, and the fragments in between were messy, and she only vaguely remembered a few fragments.

Recalling those few clips, Song Le's complexion became more and more ugly.

"I forced you yesterday?" She asked anxiously.

Although rationality told her: How could she force a teenager who was basically mature physically and mentally.

But in the memory: it is true that she has been holding his hand tightly, whispering something in his ear, and finally pressing him down, kissing and biting.

It is true that Lu Xi went from caring to panic to...

After hearing the word 'forced', the shyness on Lu Xi's cheeks faded away, she thought for a while, shook her head and said seriously: "It's not forced, I'm willing."

Then he raised his eyes cautiously: "Yesterday, it was my... first time, young lady, how do you feel?"

Song Le met his clean and nervous eyes, feeling like a lump in his throat, not knowing what to say.

For the first time, whether it feels good or not, these ambiguous words involuntarily awakened the few memories of last night in her mind.

Trembling, out of control, the sweaty hair of the young man, the red collarbone, the unbreakable strength and the turbulent feeling that is almost overwhelmed...

Song Le was expressionless, and didn't dare to think about it any further.

At the moment, there is only one thought in her head - can she bury her head in the soil like an ostrich to calm down?

But.Without soil, she is not an ostrich.

So Song Le can only get bigger and bigger, and his mind is as chaotic as a pot of porridge.

Let it be messy and let it mess around, Song Le simply didn't want to.

The most important thing right now is to get dressed, get out of this weird state, and think about other things.

So, Song Le ignored his anxious questioning and tried to calm down.

It took me a long time to adjust my tone and expression, and said, "Lu Xi, can you get dressed first and go out of my room?"

Lu Xi saw that she deliberately avoided the question, and heard her indifference, her eyes were like stars that had lost their light for a moment, she nodded and said in disappointment: "...OK."

Then carefully lifted the quilt on his side, so as not to let her get cold in the slightest, and got out of bed.

Song Le couldn't guard against him, he saw the young man, no, in terms of physique, it can be said to be a man's beautiful naked body, with slender and straight legs, perfect proportions, and a kind of natural composure.

It's just that there are many reddish scratches on the white back, and there are hickey marks on the neck. It goes without saying who made it in such a position.

Song Le sighed silently, frantically trying to find a hole to bury herself again.

Without stopping, she retracted her burnt gaze, buried her head, and gathered the quilt over her shoulders.