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

After several dishes were set on the plate, Ye Han squeezed out the warm apple juice that she likes to drink.

Song Le didn't expect Ye Han's culinary skills to be so good, it made the tip of her nose twitch, almost unable to hold back her empty stomach, and started to move first.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, he finally waited until Ye Han sat down opposite him.

The rice grains were crystal clear and plump, Song Le licked his lips, and his beautiful eyes expressed his approval.

While eating, the two talked slowly.

"When did you learn to cook such a delicious dish? You can even peel little rabbits." Song Le was surprised and amused.

"A long time ago." Ye Han rolled his eyes innocently.

Before she returned to the country, thinking that she would not let her suffer a little bit of hard work, and she didn't want other people to get involved, she simply read the recipes and learned by herself.

"What about you, will you take a break after work this time?" Ye Han asked.

Song Le thought for a while, and said: "This time I'm just a small supporting role in a vase, and I don't have a few episodes. It probably won't be over in two or three months."

"If you take a break, you should. Anyway, there is no shortage of money." Song Le said with a smile.

Ye Han nodded, seeming a little happy.

While talking, Song Le thought about the period when he hadn't had time to contact him, and apologized: "At that time, I was in the mountains, and the signal was too bad."

Ye Han shook his head indifferently and said, "It's okay, I know."

Song Le nodded heavily, relieved by his thoughtful understanding.

Relaxed again, chatting about what happened during filming in the mountains: "The weather is also weird, it's been raining all the time, I almost thought it was a ghost movie, and I sprained my ankle."

Ye Han frowned when he heard this, Song Le hurriedly comforted him when he saw this: "It's okay, there were many people around at that time, someone helped me go back."

"Is that so?" Ye Han's expression didn't ease, and he asked reluctantly after a while, "Is it a man, or a woman?"

What male or female?

Song Le blinked in confusion, and it took a long time to realize what he asked.

With a hiss, he explained seriously: "Men, men, but I just helped, nothing else."

Ye Han lowered his eyes, took a piece of food with his chopsticks, and hummed a few seconds later.

His eyes were dark, but he couldn't bear even this.

……

In the end, Song Le couldn't eat enough.

After washing up, lying on the bed, when Ye Han rubbed his stomach, he looked at him and said, "Tsk, what are you doing so delicious?"

The delicate tip of the nose is slightly wrinkled, but there is a faint smile on the corner of the lips, obviously wanting to 'touch porcelain'.

Seeing Ye Han, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and said softly, "I'm afraid you won't like it."

So I have been suppressed, always wanting to do what she wants.

Song Le tugged at his arm and said, "What are you afraid of, I like it."

In order to prove that she really likes him and especially cares about him, Song Le not only didn't resist nervously when he was pressed on the bed and kissed him this time, but also took the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck, not very good at responding.

When Ye Han noticed it, his whole body was trembling with excitement, but he suppressed it, only his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and he reached in from the hem of her thin pajamas.

Nervously caressing her supple and delicate waist, the skin is as delicate as milk, making him unable to put it down.

Song Le was a little ticklish, and she kept shrinking from being touched by him, but soon, the itch turned into slight sparks, spreading heat on her body.

"Ye...uh, Ye, Ye Han..." Song Le was a little moved by the kiss, and his voice trembled.

After Ye Han caught her strangeness, he slowly opened his eyes, stepped back a few centimeters, his lips were moist, and he asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"