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

Hearing the voice, Jiang Jue's eyes moved.

Regardless of whether the lights were turned on or not, it was pitch black. After roughly identifying the location, he got up and walked towards the door following his impression.

Song Le raised his eyes, and what he saw was Jiang Jue standing at the door of the room.

The cold man lowered his eyes, and the atmosphere around him was not very pleasant.

If it wasn't for the biased direction of his eyes, Song Le would have thought that he was not blind at all.

"Are you hungry?" Song Le asked nervously.

"Ah."

Song Le changed his shoes, walked over to him through his pajamas, held his wrist and said, "You sit down first, I'll be fine soon."

Jiang Jue pursed her lips, her brows furrowed slightly, she smelled of alcohol.

It doesn't smell bad, but still...

Song Le finished spraying the spray as usual, and smiled at Jiang Jue who had just finished breakfast: "Jiang Jue, let's go for a walk, always being bored at home is not conducive to recovery."

He's not the same as when we first met.

Before moving his chopsticks, Jiang Jue said calmly, "I don't like the smell of wine."

It took Song Le a second to realize that he meant two small cakes?

"The stick is too much trouble, I, I'll hold you, okay?" Song Le couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and asked boldly, "My hands are very clean."

She never knew in which corner, she found a photo of a little boy holding a mousse cake with a slightly melting expression.

Jiang Jue ignored what she said, just lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "Two."

Before Song Le picked him up to live in, he had bought the skills of a master chef, and now it's tempting to cook casually.

……

"two?"

"……Um."

His current personality is still around ten years old, he doesn't like to contact people, he is habitually distracted, he is very smart, he is alienated but not indifferent to others.

Song Le was instantly happy——

"Ah."

Jiang Jue looked indifferent, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Song Le tempted: "Go out, how about I buy you a sweet little cake."

Hot water was sprinkled in the shower, and the bathroom gradually became foggy. Now that Song Le was not affected by the infatuation spray, he could finally analyze Jiang Jue objectively.

When holding him, Song Le's white earlobe turned red, his cheeks were hot, and even when he touched his hand, he could feel a tiny current flowing through him.

"Let's go down the stairs."

Only a few days ago, Song Le remembered how he walked over calmly just now, bit his lower lip unconsciously, and fell into deep thought.

The next day.

"Two, can you hold hands?" The amount of spray sprayed this morning seemed to be too much. Song Le heard that his heart seemed to be hit, and when he touched his nose, his hand was bloody.

It now appears that her guess was right.

The hard work she put in last night was indeed not in vain, and she carefully looked at Jiang Jue's previous photos and information.

At first I thought he would be a silent person, but looking at it now, even though he is reticent, he does not live involuntarily.

It's a pity that she ate something during the dinner party, and now she can't eat any more, so she can only watch him eat, but it is also quite pleasing to the eye.

And I like to eat desserts.

Song Le: "...Then I'll take a shower."

So Song Le went to wash his hands obediently, and washed them three times, over and over again.

Very good, I can write down one more entry in my notebook.

And...the adaptation was too fast.

Jiang Jue didn't take it seriously: "Well, remember to wash your hands."

Jiang Jue slowly frowned, he hated trouble, wasting time and exercising.

But Song Le said: "How about three?"

"..."

This weakness is really useful.Song Le bit her lips and suppressed a smile, silently said in her heart.

Going down the stairs, the young man had a slender figure, but at the moment there was a trace of trouble in the indifference, going down step by step, Song Le licked his lips, and gave him a hand when he went down the last step.