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

Lu Xing's misfortunes were all in obvious but unimportant places.

But at first glance, it is still shocking.

On the way out of the casino, Song Le didn't dare to touch him: "Ah Xing, can you still walk?"

"En." Lu Xingfu responded lightly.

"I'll find you an inn."

Seeing him in pain, Song Le squinted his eyes slightly, and temporarily suppressed the thought of asking.

Lu Xingfu still hummed.

……

When she helped him to the upper room of the inn and put him on the bed, Song Le was already so tired that his legs were limp.

It was only under the oil lamp that he could fully see his injuries, his face was bruised and purple, and he didn't know what was wrong with his body.

"I'm going to get some medicine, just wait for me."

"it is good."

Lu Xingfu looked at the small back of her running out, pursed his lips, his eyes flickered.

Not long after, she ran in again, holding the medicine, followed by Xiaoer who was carrying water.

"Ah Xing, I'll ask Xiao Er to wipe it on for you first, and then apply the medicine, okay?"

Lu Xingfu frowned: "Not good."

"..." Song Le choked, and said silently that he was the target of the attack, and then asked Xiao Er to retreat first.

Softly said: "Then I'll wipe it for you, okay?"

Hearing this, Lu Xingfu looked at her soft and waxy appearance like a little daughter-in-law, his expression suddenly tensed, he rolled his eyes, and hummed lightly.

Song Le got the approval, and didn't think much about it. He quickly took advantage of the warm water, soaked the towel and wrung it dry, and stretched it while walking towards the bed.

"I'll try to be as light as possible, don't be afraid."

His face was a little bruised and purple, and his hands were the most serious. The skin on the palms and backs of his hands was almost worn out, the blood was stained, and he looked like he couldn't exert himself.

"..." Lu Xingfu was stunned for the first time when he heard someone tell him not to be afraid.

Then he thought, how could he be so delicate, lowered his eyes, and scoffed lightly.

Song Le didn't care, brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, leaned forward, and wiped it lightly and intently.

After finally wiping his face clean, Song Le heaved a sigh of relief, and then faced a pair of deep eyes that were as black as night.

Different from Lu Zhizhi's Wen Che, these black pupils are like black vortexes, which can easily take people's mind away, and Song Lexin thumped wildly for no reason.

It seemed that he heard his low laugh, and then he came back to his senses in embarrassment, looked away and said, "Does it hurt?"

Lu Xingfu shook his head, raised his chin slightly, looked at her and asked, "What were you thinking just now?"

"what?"

"Blushed."

"...Ah? Is, is it? Me." Song Le said in embarrassment with a blank expression.

She actually blushed?

No way.

However, "Ah Xing, why do I feel that you are in a good mood today?"

Song Le couldn't help but smile, pursed his lips shyly, wiped his hands gently, and said with his eyes bent.

She was sitting by the bed, holding a hot towel in her white and tender hands to cover one of his hands, small, soft and cute like a small animal.

"Is there?" Lu Xingfu casually threw the question back.

"Yes, you used to be cold to me... you seem to hate me."

Lu Xingfu didn't answer, but there was a half-smile in his eyes.

—His mood?

How could his mood be cared about?

It was the first time someone was anxiously looking for me, as if I was also very important.

The moment this guy saw him, his eyes lit up immediately, which inexplicably benefited him.

"Hate me?"

Song Le saw that he seemed to be particularly easy to talk tonight, and his expression was not frozen, so he pressed his nose to his face and blinked expectantly.

"It's okay." Lu Xingfu stared at her and said calmly.

After he said these two words, Lu Xingfu saw the little girl beside him and immediately raised a big and satisfied smile.

It was like a feather fell on his heart.