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

Song Le: "Why? Doesn't it sound good?"

Jiang Jue: "Yes."

"You lied." Song Le blushed angrily, "Don't boys like girls who are so sweet?"

Jiang Jue: "..."

It took a long time to say a few words of indifferent evaluation: "That's disgusting."

Song Le choked, and subconsciously felt that this person was saying that she was disgusting.

So after the little rebellious psychology was aroused, he deliberately 'disgusted' him so much along the way, the indifference on Jiang Jue's face was almost unstoppable, and it was finally numb before he could bear it.

After playing enough, Song Le smiled and said: "I've made up my mind. From now on, I won't threaten you with desserts... If you don't listen, I'll whisper in your ear, non-stop..."

Jiang Jue: "..."

She pursed her lips and felt a slight headache. When did he give her this right?

It is a 3D simulation game suitable for blind people, who can play it freely and calmly.

Is there any difference between her kind of record and unbreakable record?

It's too sad to threaten even a smile.

Jiang Jue was so disturbed that he frowned and said calmly, "Quiet."

"Then don't be quiet." Jiang Jue was very indifferent and principled.

After Jiang Jue took a shower, he sat on the sofa and played games before he felt sleepy.

But Song Le was stunned for a moment when he saw it, took off the earphones, opened his eyes wide and said, "Hey, hey...you just laughed, didn't you?"

It should be said, when did it become this situation?

Jiang Jue was speechless: "Yes."

Jiang Jue didn't move, and didn't take it seriously at all, and the two played the two-player mode back and forth.

night.

Song Le came out of the foggy bathroom in pajamas, and wiped her long wet hair with a big towel.

Song Le didn't know that he began to think about the distance again, and when he returned to the apartment, he concentrated on cooking.

Sitting next to him, he asked curiously, "How much is it?"

Hearing her muttering, Jiang Jue gave a low smile, which disappeared in an instant.

Then suddenly frightened, he asked in a low voice, "You won't overthrow my record, will you?"

No.

Jiang Jue didn't take it seriously: "That's not very normal."

"Then you smile again, laugh again, okay?"

"...Smile, smile."

"If you laugh, I will be quiet."

Jiang Jue frowned slightly after realizing the distance that seemed too much.

"..." Jiang Jue didn't say anything about this illogical logic.

...what a fuss.

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"Take care of me, you just laughed... didn't you?"

Hearing this, Song Le got a little angry, pursed her lips, put the towel directly on her head, and crossed her legs into the sofa: "No...I want to win it back."

However, after being abused seven times, Song Le finally couldn't help but resentfully said.

"Ah."

"But you don't even smile at me." Song Le muttered.

When did his bottom line become so low?

"Hey... that's too much, you."

In the end, he gently touched him with his elbow, Song Le said unwillingly: "Jiang Jue, I like you."

"Do not."

Jiang Jue didn't answer, but took off the earphones, rubbed the back of his neck, and rested for a while.

Song Le puffed his cheeks, but he didn't expect him to give in at all, and he didn't know what to do, so he didn't want to use dessert threats and 'disgusting'.

He was just about to get up, Song Le, who was getting more courageous every day, suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm while he was not prepared.

Jiang Jue opened his lips slightly, and fell into the soft sofa without standing still.

Jiang Jue, who never expected to be treated like this, raised his eyebrows and said, "You."

The fragrance of the girl after bathing followed.

"Jiang Jue, I really like you..."