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

The boy tried the temperature, and it was okay, then he raised his head and motioned for her, "Go and wash."

The cold tone instantly woke up the tired Song Le.

After reading his eyes, she hurried over, but heard another sentence she didn't understand, and after confirming it for a long time, she finally confirmed that he wanted her to take a hot spring.

Hot springs?

Seeing that he didn't evade at all and looked indifferent, Song Le was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do.

——Although, boss, you want to keep the food clean, this, this is understandable...but!Can't you give me a little personal space!

Song Le bit her lip, her peach blossom eyes blinked hesitantly, her heart wanted to cry without tears.

"Can you recite it?" She tried to reason with the boss, gestured while talking, and even demonstrated it herself-turning in a circle.

But in the boy's increasingly impatient and cold eyes, she found that she couldn't reason with him.

Even if he understood, he didn't bother to do what she wanted.

After all, will the tiger satisfy the rabbit's wish?nonexistent.

Song Le had no choice but to turn his back on himself, summoned up his courage, took a deep breath, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt...

Fortunately, the hair is long enough to cover most of it.

With his back turned to him, Song Le slowly moved into the hot spring, only his small head was exposed, and the wet mist filled his eyes.

With the warm temperature, the dirt was washed away, and Song Le relaxed unconsciously. Through the hazy mist, he looked at the young man who was sitting on the stone with his long legs crossed and his upper body naked.

From her angle, she could just look directly at his abs.

Such a powerful force...

Song Le's face was flushed red from the hot mist, and the skin exposed above the water also turned into a tender pink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just when she was soaking so comfortably that she was almost drowsy, she suddenly saw the boy making a gesture to her to come over.

Eh?

Song Le walked over slowly, lying on the pebbles by the hot spring, looking up at him in confusion.

The long eyelashes are also a little wet from the water vapor.

The young man lowered his eyes, and lightly touched her cheek with his cold fingers, as if he was very satisfied with the temperature. Then, he held her face with his whole palm, and squinted his eyes comfortably against the scorching temperature.

Song Le went back wrapped in the animal skin clothes prepared by the boy.

Before I left, I didn’t forget to take my tattered shirt and skirt, and planned to go back and wash and dry them—you can still wear them!

Returning to the familiar cave, listening to the familiar sound of howling wind, Song Le wore a tube top-like animal skin for the first time, sitting stiffly by the fire, roasting quietly, not daring to lift his eyes, looking down at the fire, hugging knees, chin on knees.

The young man probably had a bath not too long ago, but this time he only let her soak, so he brought her back and took off the rope around his neck.

——This quiet little appearance can be said to be very similar to a pet that obediently keeps silent after slipping away.

After Song Le waited for her long hair to dry, she rubbed her eyes and tried to sleep.

The boy glanced over, his expression unpredictable, he clearly just ate a fruit that big, but he still looked a little hungry.

He said something in a low voice that she didn't quite understand, and then stared straight at her.

Song Le swallowed a mouthful of restless saliva, calmed down and thought for a while—the boss meant that she should consciously be a hand warmer, right?

She did so tentatively, and when she got closer to him, she wanted to hold his hand, but she saw him get up, and took a huge clean snow-white animal skin from the depths of the cave.

"...?"

Song Le's right eyelid twitched involuntarily, why, why was it different from what she imagined?