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

But these days...enough is enough.

Song Le woke up.

"Your Majesty, I don't want to go on like this." She frowned, shook her head slightly, and broke away from his hand, and said softly.

Luo Yi's hands were empty, and he said in a daze, "What do you mean?"

Song Le didn't answer, those peach blossom eyes that always contained a bright and sly smile, now there was only a slight distance left.

It seemed like it was just one night, but she had already sorted it out and withdrew all her feelings.

……

A few days later, Luo Yi finally understood what she meant.

At night, no one will 'warm the bed' for him.

Luo Yi pursed her lips, frowned again hesitantly, and lay down in the cold quilt.For the first time, I felt that it was very cold, and there was no one to hold my hand. It seemed that a piece of my heart had been taken away, and it was empty.

Talking to her during the day, she was still smiling, but her tone of voice to him was no different from that of others.

Unable to calm down and correct the memorial, Luo Yi raised his eyes carefully, and once again couldn't help but look at the person beside him who was concentrating on studying ink.

She stood by the table, holding the top of the ink with her white hand, repeating it slowly and silently.

It's as quiet as before, but the atmosphere has changed. It's not like Luo Yi didn't feel the deliberate alienation, but he still can't help but hold an optimistic thought of 'she's just venting her anger and will forgive him'.

"Song Le..." Luo Yi stared at her for a long time unconsciously, and then called out her name.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter?" Song Le didn't raise her head, she was still studying the ink carefully.

"...I haven't slept well for many days." He stretched out his hand a little aggrieved, but when he just touched the back of her hand, he felt a moment of stiffness.

Then there was a distant and rapid withdrawal, as if bitten by some bug.

Song Le was very respectful, stopped what he was doing, raised his eyes and said: "It's getting cold, your majesty, please find someone new to 'warm your bed'."

"I only want you." At that moment, Luo Yi gritted his teeth as the depression in his chest seemed to have accumulated to the extreme.

In the past, as long as he thought about it, even if Song Le was not used to the bright light of the day, he would let him kiss, hug and touch half nervously and half indulgently. Every time he saw those clear peach blossom eyes, only his own , There will be a strange satisfaction in the bottom of my heart.

But now, he can't even touch her hand?

She just wanted him to find someone else?

Luo Yi watched her frown, then lowered his head without saying a word, and continued to grind ink, looking unmoved.

The beautiful face is full of grievances, and it is difficult to understand.

He knew that it was his fault that he couldn't spend so much time with her every day.

He also knew that it was his fault that he made excuses and lied to her that night.

However, he is for the future, isn't he?

He never liked anyone, never touched anyone but her.

Why can't she accept it?

What on earth is she caring about?

……

After eating dinner alone, Luo Yi didn't know how to eat, and looked up at the side of the bed from time to time while reading.

The bedroom was empty and silent, unlike usual, every time he read a book, his heart was always warm.

Because he knew that she was always there waiting for him.

But now, she probably doesn't want to wait anymore.

Luo Yi suddenly withdrew his downcast gaze, and unconsciously rubbed the pages of the book with his slender fingers, showing the master's anxiety and absent-mindedness.

In the end, I couldn't see anything and could only go to sleep.

But tossing and turning, I couldn't fall asleep anyway.

In the past, when he couldn't fall asleep, he would always pester her to ask this and that, but now he can only hug the cold quilt and suffer from insomnia in silence.