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

For a moment, Feng Xi held his breath and concentrated.

He had never seen a man who could smile so beautifully.

Like a flash in the pan, like a bright moon and a breeze.

Or, there were too few people who showed him such a simple smile, so that he only remembered the one in front of him.

Feng Xi climbed onto the bed in embarrassment, shrank inside, turned his back to him, and refused to say a word.

He was nervous.

Song Le saw his emaciated appearance curled up in a small ball, and his white clothes were old and gray, so she tucked him under the quilt, and couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his head.

Feng Xi tensed up like a cat about to explode, trying to shrink but stood there without moving.

The voice behind him was understated, as if the speaker was frowning: "You are too thin, you should eat more."

Feng Xi's heart was beating wildly, he pressed his lips for a long time and finally pretended to be calm, and let out a "hmm".

At the same time, Song Le heard a heavy reminder: "The happiness value of Fengxi is +500, and the current happiness value is -5800."

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It was late at night, and the wind was particularly strong tonight.

Outside the window, the night wind is hunting, and occasionally there is the sound of birds and animals barking.

The cold winter is approaching, Feng Xi is often so cold that he can't sleep all night at this time in the past, no matter how hard he covers it, he feels like sleeping on ice.

But in the current room, it is as warm as spring, and it can still be covered with a quilt as soft as floating clouds.

Almost like a dream.

He lay on his side facing inward, quietly listening to the gradually steady breathing beside him.

The tea-like fragrance faintly lingers around.

Feng Xi turned over carefully, opened his eyes in the dark, brushed his fan-like eyelashes, and then looked at his soft and vaguely handsome outline without blinking.

This person was lying on his back with an upright sleeping posture, which was quite different from his usual impatient, indifferent and mean appearance.

Feng Xi glanced at his hands, overlapping them on the quilt.

I want to touch, why does a person with such an unpredictable temper have such warm hands.

Moreover, with your hands folded on your stomach, you will have nightmares.

He has woken up countless times from the nightmare of being abandoned.

Would such a person also have nightmares?

Feng Xi watched and thought, sleepiness gradually came to him, and he fell into a deep sleep.

A night without dreams, warm and sweet, accompanied by the fragrance of tea.

Feng Xi, who was sleeping, unconsciously raised the corners of her beautiful lips.

I will not let you down.

And please, don't abandon me.

……

Waking up the next day, before Song Le opened his eyes, he felt that his sleeve was being pulled by someone, and he couldn't pull it back.

She glanced to the side, and saw the seal shrunk into a small ball, still asleep, her thin fingers tightly clutching her sleeves, looking completely insecure.

Song Le simply didn't move, turned slightly to the side, and focused on the sleeping Feng Xi.

The boy's profile was no worse than anyone else's, with thick black and long eyelashes hanging obediently, casting a simple shadow on the eyelids.

The blood lotus birthmark on the right cheek is light in color at the moment, as if it is still sleeping like its owner.

Although he was still very thin, compared to his withered and yellow complexion before, it seemed to be a little fairer and tenderer.

Song Le's eyes were slightly relaxed, but he couldn't help but secretly worried.

Because the articles she read were written from the perspective of the hero Luo Jingchen after all, and many of them were mentioned by the author, and they were quite old, so she forgot many of them, so she didn't know how Chu Jiangming appeared in the Liu Tingfeng didn't know what was wrong with Liu Weiming, but since there are treasures and a hero here, then this dungeon should be one of Luo Jingchen's encounters...

And... I will go to see that Hydra later, Song Le is most afraid of this kind of sticky and greasy thing, and thinking about it makes my back feel cold.

However, what was so surviving was that Xia Yanran's delicate and angry screams also sounded at the same time, which shocked her into a shudder.