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

"What's wrong?" Song Lefang asked softly.

Lu Xi didn't speak, but buried his head in the crook of her neck, rubbed against her, and hugged her tightly.

Seeing this, Song Le didn't ask any more questions, and quietly accompanied him.

After a long time, I finally heard him speak, confusedly said: "Miss sister, do you like me, a little bit is fine, I'm so scared now..."

Song Le didn't expect him to bring up this topic suddenly, and couldn't help but tighten his heart, "Why do you ask this suddenly, what are you afraid of?"

"I just found out...my grandfather had a heart attack, and the doctor said...it was dangerous."

A low sentence made Song Le speechless in surprise.

She hugged him, felt his discomfort and fear, raised her hand and rubbed his head, and said awkwardly: "It's okay, it will be fine."

"I'm a little scared." He mumbled.

Song Le was also afraid of this kind of fear, so he hugged him even tighter and said, "It's okay, do you want to go to the hospital to see your grandfather?"

Lu Xi nodded slightly, and whispered: "Yes, maybe I won't be in China for a while."

Song Le patted him on the back understandingly.

Lu Xi was silent, and suddenly asked in a muffled voice: "Miss sister, do you like Wei Rong very much?"

Song Le was taken aback, wondering: "Wei Rong? What's wrong with Wei Rong?"

"Do you like him more... You don't like me after so long, don't you, you don't like me anymore?" Lu Xi raised her head, her eyes were red, her nose was also red, afraid of hearing her answer in the affirmative General hesitated and said: "I'm afraid that after I come back, you and him..."

Lu Xi gritted her teeth in her heart, how many times that Wei Rong stared at her, she could tell she had bad intentions, and she was the only one who didn't feel anything.

Hearing this, Song Le couldn't figure out where his worry came from for a long time, and couldn't laugh or cry.

It took a long time before she let go and said, "Hey, Lu Xi, are you childish?" She pinched his cheek.

But thinking that tonight he might be extraordinarily fragile and prone to overthinking, he took back the next teasing and said seriously: "I... don't dislike you, so don't talk about other people anymore."

Saying this is not easy for Song Le who has always been emotionally cautious.

But seeing Lu Xi's eyes change from bewilderment to astonishment, and then to ecstasy, she felt that it was right to say it.

"You like me?" Lu Xi asked uncertainly.

"...you can try it." Song Le looked away uncomfortably.

The depression in Lu Xi's eyes was a little less, she opened her eyes wide and looked at her, and said duplicity: "You're lying, I, I don't believe it...unless you kiss me."

What a guy who knows how to push an inch.

Song Le thought to himself, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally let go of his worries and said, "Okay." Then, he carefully held his cheek and kissed him gently.

The person being kissed didn't respond until she pulled away for a while before she came back to her senses, her eyes sparkling with surprise, and she said, "You, you really, you didn't lie to me... Then am I your favorite?" ?”

Song Le rolled his eyes at him, gritted his teeth, blushed and pretended to be calm, and said, "Stop asking childish questions."

Lu Xi pouted, but still stared at her with bright eyes.

He licked his lips and said, "Miss, I have another question."

Song Le watched him stand up and sit behind her, thinking he was going to do something, but found that he picked up the towel on her head and wiped it slowly and carefully.

My heart softened unconsciously, and I asked, "What's the problem?"