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

After sleeping until he woke up naturally, Song Le just woke up with sleepy eyes when he heard him say: "It's time to take a bath."

bath……

Spa?

In Song Le's not yet fully awake head, he belatedly recalled familiar places.

Get up in a daze, put on your clothes, bring a change of clothes, and walk in the direction of the hot spring.

I didn't meet any creatures along the way. Song Le walked and suddenly asked, "Is the hot spring still so hot here in winter?"

Yan Han nodded.

Song Le let out a slow groan, and then suddenly remembered a thing he had done before that both human beings and gods were angry with.

"Before you tied me with a rope?"

Yan Han: "..." Being mentioned this time, he couldn't help being speechless again.

When he arrived at the hot spring, Song Le soaked in it comfortably, lying on the side of the pebbles, with the boss beside him.

Turning his head to look at him, Song Le made a comparison uncontrollably.

The big boss in the past was really cruel, but now he is so gentle...it's really unimaginable.

"You never said you liked me." Song Le said in a low voice, embarrassed.

When she is with the boss, she always seems to be talkative. The boss doesn't talk much, and usually she can do it directly with actions.

When Yan Han heard this, his expression changed.

"like?"

"……Um."

"You, you like me, right?" Song Le asked this very nervously.

From the fear and guilt at the beginning, to the restlessness and self-blame later, then the slight heartbeat, and then I don't know when, I have been deeply involved.

But the boss has always been: indifferent, indifferent.Indifference and disdain.Plain, ridiculed.Faint, faint, faint...

So is this a hobby or a habit?

Song Le's cheeks bulged slightly.

Yan Han raised his hand to play with her hair, and asked, "What do you like?"

I have seen it in the dictionary, and I have heard of it in ordinary times, but it is just what it is.

When Song Le heard his question, his heart stopped for a while.

I don't even know what liking is, let alone whether I can distinguish this emotion.

Sure enough, in this regard, one should not demand too much from the boss, and it is hard-won to be able to give such a high differential treatment.

But saying this, I can't comfort myself at all!

So for the next few days, Song Le refused his approach again and again on the grounds that he was not feeling well.

It wasn't until Yan Han finally lost his temper and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Le didn't want to answer at first, but he didn't have the guts, so he could only half-truth and half-truth: "I don't feel comfortable anywhere."

"Then shall we return early?" Yan Han frowned and asked.

"...No need." Song Le was overwhelmed, unable to communicate, and unable to say what he was stuck with, so he could only say: "It's okay, it will be fine in a few days."

Hearing this, Yan Han frowned even tighter.

In the evening, under the light of the fire, Song Le was eating fruit, and suddenly he heard him ask: "What do you mean when you said you like it last time?"

"what?"

"What does like mean?"

Song Le was stunned, nana said: "It means I like it..."

After answering, he realized that he had said a useless nonsense, Song Le hurriedly thought about it again.

Finally, in his waiting eyes, he tried his best to explain in his own words: "Like is, I, my affection for you is like water in a cup, which is about to overflow. I really don't know how to express it. I can't help but say I love you."

So...does he understand?

After Song Le finished speaking, she looked at him anxiously.

Hearing this, Yan Han pondered for a long time in confusion before asking naturally, "So, you like me?"

Song Le's face was a little dark, and after a long silence, he said: "...um."

!It's not interesting, is this a forced confession?