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

Intertwining index fingers countless times in dreams is nothing compared to the reality of a war in chaos.

It turned out that the little mute's hand was softer than he imagined, and he could easily wrap her in his palm.

His fingertips lightly brushed her extremely soft palm, and Jiang Lin felt her trembling almost instantly.

He was bullying her, bullying her so that she couldn't speak.

Song Le is ticklish, and the palms of her hands are extremely tender, and suddenly she was touched by the strange cool temperature, and she shrank her hands hard to guard against.

But she was lightly grasped by the wrist, amidst the commotion, she heard Jiang Lin approaching her ear and whispering: "Don't be afraid."

"..." Well, then you let go, QAQ, pervert!Song Le wants to cry but has no tears.

If Song Le could speak, she must let this pervert go away, get out!

Song Le, who was afraid of death, couldn't even pull back his hand. In the end, he could only be held back by him tremblingly, aggrieved, and placed on his other hand, palm up.

The delicate and cool fingertips rubbed against her palm, and the fingertips were lightly squeezed one by one, as if a tiny electric current was brought up, the fingertips and palms touched by him softly, could not stop being numb and soft .

Song Le couldn't explain the fine and dense feeling floating up, and struggled harder and harder.

Finally, Jiang Lin was a little satisfied, held her hands, put them to his lips, and kissed them lightly one by one. Even the little mute's fingertips were fragrant, and Jiang Lin felt abnormally more.

Song Le's face was almost burnt to a steam engine, extremely ashamed and angry.

Jiang Lin finally let go of her left hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I can't help it, I like you so much."

If it was before, Song Le would definitely think that this person is mentally sick, scary, and abnormal.

But now, for some reason, hearing his repressed magnetic voice, Song Le's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and her face became hotter with embarrassment.

The left hand seemed to have temporarily lost consciousness, it was crisp and soft.

After that, no matter what Jiang Lin said to coax him, Song Le kept a cold face and ignored him.

——This person is perverted regardless of the occasion, who cares about him!

After such a stalemate for a long time, the party has already carried out two or three programs, and it soon arrived at Yu Yan.

The previous program was a vigorous dance by the first-year high school girls. The lights were gorgeous and colorful. When Yu Yan came on stage, the lights on the stage gradually became soft and quiet.

Yu Yan was dressed in a well-tailored suit, holding a violin bow in one hand and a violin in the other. He was 1.8 meters tall and slender, with a straight back and a steady demeanor. As he walked to the center of the stage step by step, the auditorium also fell silent.

He nodded, without saying a word, and gracefully set up the violin.

……

The melodious and gentle music came, and the peace of Yu Yan's body could be felt from a distance.

His expression was calm, his phoenix eyes were half closed, and the thin gold-rimmed glasses that he usually wore were taken off, revealing his handsome and flawless face in front of everyone without any concealment.

Schubert's Serenade.

我 的 歌声 过 深夜

向 你 轻轻飞去

在 这 幽静 的 树林 里

爱人 我 等待 你

皎 洁月 光 照耀 大地

树梢 在 耳语

树梢 在 耳语

没有 人 来 打扰 我们

亲爱 的 别 顾虑

……

The soft and slow prelude is gradually pushed up, and for some reason, there is always a trace of melancholy leaking out of the music from time to time.

In the midst of pleading and anticipation, a ray of hopelessness is revealed. After the lyrical and peaceful interlude progresses layer by layer, it should be the climax of intense narration and longing for a response, but it is only for a moment, and then it is all restrained. People are silent, how to push up, how to fall, as if he does not need to respond.

Just his solo.