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

Song Le just helplessly overwhelmed Jiang Jue.

"..."

"..."

Jiang Jue felt a soft and warm strange touch on his cheek, and he frowned slightly.

Leaning on the edge of the sofa, he pursed his lips, with a calm expression and a hidden turbulence, and asked indifferently: "What are you doing?"

Song Le: "..."

Immediately supporting the edge of the sofa behind him, he backed up, Song Le opened his eyes wide, and after pursing his lower lip heavily, he wanted to cry without tears: "I'm sorry Jiang Jue, I... just... didn't stabilize..."

Well.

It's really unstable.

The cheek where Jiang Jue was touched was still a little numb.

She comforted herself in complete division for a long time before she puffed up her cheeks resignedly and went to the kitchen to cook.

Well.

That wonderful feeling became stronger and stronger.

This person really disrupted everything he was used to before.

Song Le was frustrated, scratched his head, and asked helplessly, "Jiang Jue...are you feeling unwell these days?"

This feeling is indescribable.

He likes to be effortless, or in other words, he prefers a life without waves.

Becoming less and less like myself.

Lifting his slender fingers, he seemed to touch the still numb position. Jiang Jue paused for a second, then slowly got up and walked back to the room.

His face was expressionless, but his earlobes turned red little by little.

Why are you angry?

When I went to school the next day, I was relatively silent.

Jiang Jue gritted his teeth in a rare way.

After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Yes."

what is this.

She, she was just, well, she went too far, but that wasn't intentional, well, well, unintentional can't be used as a reason, and Jiang Jue should be angry.

Under the indifference and rejection, there is a subtle entanglement.

Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Jue, who had closed the door, was leaning against the door expressionlessly, with his eyes downcast and his lips pursed, seemingly indifferent.

It took a while to come back to his senses, trembling his long eyelashes like crow feathers, raised his hand, flexed his fingers, and slowly pressed against the position just now.

In fact -

...I can only hope that Jiang Jue will get out of the shadows soon.

"Do not."

When eating, relatively silent.

"Jiang Jue Jiang Jue, I heard that the dessert shop has a discount today, buy two get one free, do you want to..."

The indifferent back made Song Le almost shrink into a quail.

Seeing that he refused so decisively, he said nothing, so he had to find another way to say: "Then why don't we go back and try the new game I bought?"

How could he, again and again...bewitched.

For example, uncle or something.

This made him feel uneasy, and somewhat inexplicably powerless to resist.

"I don't want to." Jiang Jue said calmly without waiting for her to finish.

Are you angry again?

……

Take a deep breath, adjust your tone and expression, laugh softly, and forcefully pretend that nothing happened:

Song Le didn't know that he had thought so much in his heart again, and strengthened his psychological construction.

He always pursed his lips and remained silent, looking at Song Le with a calm expression, making Song Le feel uneasy.

The subconscious told him that this emotion would be very tiring, and what he hated most was exertion, fatigue, and mess.

When he came back at night, Song Le finally couldn't bear it anymore, accompanied by a little aggrieved.

Song Le thought unkindly and optimistically in his heart.

"No."

"Well, what's wrong with you, are you angry again, just because I accidentally kissed you last time...?"

Dear.

Jiang Jue could hardly maintain the indifference on his face, he wanted to shake off her soft hand and be alone quietly.