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

While copying, Su Ye said sadly without raising his head, "Lele, it's time to apply for CET-[-] this semester."

"Level four... hiss."

The two poor English dogs fell into grief and silence together.

-

Today was just a simple class meeting. Song Le said goodbye to Su Ye after lunch and went straight back to the apartment.

As soon as she took out the key to open the door, she felt a little strange.

But just for a moment, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared again.

She cautiously glanced into the empty corridor behind her.

The elevator doors are closed.The stairway, separated by a half-closed door, was also remarkably quiet.

illusion?

Hearing this, he immediately became nervous and asked, "Where is it hot? Show me."

"Before you came back, you knocked for a long time."

Before the words were finished, Jiang Jue let out a low snort, and said indifferently: "Is this the only thing you say every time?"

Jiang Jue pursed his lips indifferently, did not hide anything, and even showed a little unnoticeable unhappiness.

Jiang Jue stretched out his hand, and there was indeed a red and swollen spot on his fair and slender fingers.

Just cool down.

"Also, aren't you hungry? Come with me, you can eat delicious and sweet food every day..."

The girl hugged one of his hands with a soft hand, and her lips almost touched his fingertips unconsciously.

Jiang Jue narrowed his eyes: "What?"

Immediately, she smiled brightly, Song Le blinked, what's wrong with this sentence, can't it be enough after repeated trials?

"How could you get burned? Didn't I teach you well before?" Song Le held his hand to his lips, blew, and muttered.

"There may be accidents." Song Le replied honestly.

As soon as he entered, he looked at Shang Jiang Jue with an unpleasant expression.

"...It's hot."

Song Le nodded: "Then you go?"

Song Le, who was invisibly affected by Bingjiao Spray, didn't think so.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Le put the bag on the chair.

"Someone knocked on the door." Jiang Jue said indifferently.

Thinking that he couldn't see, Song Le stretched out his hands to pull his face from both sides, and said softly:

——He has hardly experienced any painful emotions since he was a child, and he was caught off guard by being burned, and his bad mood has continued until now.

Song Lexin raised it up suddenly, pursed her lips, and after thinking for a while, she asked with a smile: "Jiang Jue, do you want to go to class with me?"

"But you have to know that this place is different from my home. The door doesn't need fingerprints to unlock it. If you just bring any unlocking company, you will..."

Only use desserts as a handle.

"……go."

-

She looked deeply at the direction of the corridor, then opened the door, went in, and closed the door.

Song Le almost choked to death, and whispered unwillingly: "Why?"

Song Le pulled him to sit on the sofa, soaked him in cold water, and lightly applied the burn ointment.

Jiang Jue didn't answer, he just frowned, his attitude was obvious.

In the end it came down to - why didn't she come back?

"Do not."

Song Le just glanced at him, but didn't see these twists and turns in his indifference.

This rejection was too straightforward.

"Knock on the door?" Song Le raised his head, listened carefully, and said confusedly, "No, you heard wrong."

But the next day, before going out, Song Lelin looked at Jiang Jue's face and felt worried.

"Masks, glasses..."

"What should I do, I feel better after wearing it." Song Le said to himself in frustration.

"..."

In the end, I took off my glasses and only wore a mask, otherwise I would look more attractive than indifferent, and it would be too dangerous to go out.