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

In addition to taking a bath, Song Le also washed her hair.

Naturally, a bucket of water is not enough. Grandma was quite understanding, and said: "Ah Han, go and boil more water."

"Okay." Ye Han replied.

While boiling the water, Song Le was packing things in the small room arranged by grandma.

Fortunately, the person following the photo was a woman, otherwise it would be so embarrassing when looking for bra and bottom|pants, Song Le complained in his heart.

There were two beds in the small room, and Bai Yiyi sat on the other bed, seeming a little tense.

Indeed, although this place is clean, it is still a rural area after all, with mud walls and brick houses.

In the small room, under the dim yellow light, there is no Simmons thought on the soft bed, only two layers of old quilts are placed underneath, and it is hard to sit on, let alone sleep on.

After finding the clothes and the water was ready, Song Le took a deep breath while washing quickly.

Wearing thin pajamas and pajama pants, after coming out, Song Le wiped her wet long hair with a towel.

When he looked up, he happened to see the young man who came in with two more jugs of water.

"Thank you," Song Le covered his head with a towel, and while passing by to share a pot, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's your name?"

As she naturally approached, the fragrance of hair wafted over, Ye Han blinked unconsciously, and sniffed a few more times almost imperceptibly.

Her voice was smooth and slightly hoarse. Ye Han was taken aback when she heard the question, and then replied plainly: "My name is Ye Han, the leaf of Ye Zi, Han of the winter vacation."

Listening to his honest reply, Song Le looked into those big brownish clear eyes again, couldn't help laughing and said, "Hier in the winter vacation? This phrase is amazing. How old are you? Are you still in junior high school?"

She was originally bright and charming, but now she is smiling so wantonly, it is even more eye-catching.

Ye Han stared blankly for a moment, then said in embarrassment: "I'm 15 years old, already a sophomore in high school."

This time the person who was stunned was replaced by Song Le.

ha?

15 years old?sophomore?Then why is her height about the same as hers? She is about 1.6 meters five, and he is only 1.7 meters at most, right now?

Well……

It's not to blame Song Le for admitting his mistake, it's because Ye Han's current facial features are too immature. Although he has a slender figure, he is handsome and youthful, with pure and clean eyes, simple and cute temperament, and not tall. It is really easy to be mistaken for a small boy. Junior high school students.

And at the age of 15, a sophomore in high school?

"..." As a 15-year-old person who was the same age as him but one year younger than him, Song Le was a little embarrassed for a while, so he stopped the topic.

After a while.

"What about you, what's your name?" Ye Han asked cautiously after putting two jugs of water in the small and simple bathroom.

She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Ye Han, who had always had little feeling for the difference between men and women, realized for the first time what it means to be nervous.

"Song Le." Song Le rubbed her hair, glanced at him, unexpectedly amused by the restrained appearance of the handsome young man, and said casually with a smile.

Ye Han groaned, nodded, and silently wrote down these two words.

Then Song Le stopped talking to him and was about to go back to the room, but just as he opened the door, he heard Bai Yiyi's terrified sobs.

"?" Song Le raised his eyebrows puzzled, pushed the door to the maximum, looked in, and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

What is Bai Yiyi doing standing beside her bed?

Seeing someone coming, Bai Yiyi seemed to have seen a savior, with tears in her eyes, she said in fear: "I, there are bugs in my bed..."

When Song Le heard this, he was even more confused—it was just a small bug, as for crying in fright?

In the end, when she looked in the direction Bai Yiyi pointed...

A damn sentence almost rushed out of my mouth.

Reluctantly maintaining a deadpan expression, Song Le froze the hand wiping her hair, staring at the spider in the middle of Bai Yiyi's pale bed sheet, her heart trembled.