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

Song Le was stunned when he heard the words, and hesitantly and puzzledly cast his fearful eyes on Feng Xi, who was as cold as ice.

Silent, as if testing each other's patience.

After a few breaths, Feng Xi seemed impatient, so he continued to separate her legs, and said viciously: "It seems that you prefer this kind of rough..."

Song Le was so shocked that he quickly raised his hand and grabbed his sleeve, desperately shaking his head and begging: "No, no."

Feng Xi glanced at her, then stopped, and said coldly: "Do you know what to do?"

Song Le's fingers holding his sleeves curled up, and her gaze also flinched.

This person has always been calm, mean and aloof. I have never seen her look so weak, hesitant, and controlled by others. Feng Xi's deliberately cold eyes are full of crazy desires. He holds back and tightens her grip. The hand on the ankle sneered again word by word and said, "Very good, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, his lips were sealed by someone who closed his eyes tightly.

Rather than blocking, it is better to say bumping, there is no skill at all, it can be said to be stupid enough.

And the helplessness on the face, and the tightly closed lips and teeth, can't see the slightest pleasure.

But it happened that Feng Xi's heart that was about to freeze, the ice that was condensed by little disappointments, could be easily loosened just like this, Feng Xi clenched her fists tightly, and when she opened her eyes and retreated, Holding the back of her head, pressing it down, he opened his lips to gently bite the person.

Yes, he did not.

There was nothing he could do.

He has no other way to hurt her except blindly duplicity.

……

I don't know how long this kiss lasted, they separated and joined again and again, there was an ambiguous voice, and there were breathless sobs.

In the end, Song Le seemed to be stepping on a cloud, drifting and confused, his brain was sleepy and fell asleep due to lack of oxygen.

As soon as I woke up, the day passed in bed.

In the evening, Feng Xi came over with exquisite meals and ate them in the room. Song Le dragged the long silver anklet and cared very much, but he would not be so stupid as to beg Feng Xi to untie it. How could he think of Feng Xi? Will not agree.

into the night.

Song Le was half-forced to sleep in Feng Xi's arms. Although she was forced to change into women's clothing, the fabric was so silky that it was unbearable to let go of it. Therefore, the scorching heat from her back became more and more obvious. Song Le Le moved uncomfortably, trying to stay away from him, but Feng Xi's slight force made her useless.

Song Le frowned.

Thinking of sleeping with Feng Xi before, but at that time she was peaceful, did nothing, didn't touch anything, and at that time Feng Xi was still a good boy with good roots, be good, she said East, he never goes west.

Which is like now.

Song Le closed her eyes, and her mind started to become a mess again, especially when Feng Xi came to trouble her again as if she couldn't sleep, biting her earlobe with canine teeth.

She said nothing, dodged.

Feng Xi didn't get angry, but stopped slowly, and then hugged her, not letting go no matter what.

Song Le resisted the discomfort at the beginning, but finally got used to it.

In the silent night, Song Le gradually relaxed her tense nerves. The boy's temperature was extraordinarily warm, which made her gradually feel tired.

Feng Xi came from behind her, without blinking, looking at her almost greedily, sniffing the familiar fragrance like tea.

It wasn't until she closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully that he revealed a little nostalgia and tenderness.

Softly whispered to her: "Master..."

How do you know how much I miss you.