Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

With the bright moon in the sky, a piece of grass next to the road outside the White Deer Manor seems to be catching the tail of the end of summer, showing their luxuriance. It has been pruned and connected into a boundless green felt, which is just right for people who watch the moon at night to sit there.

Ling Huang took out the tarp from the basket, and Li Er came over to take over, and worked with him to spread the tarp on the grass near the road.

"I can do this kind of thing, you don't need to get your hands dirty." Ling Huang took out the blanket from the basket again.

"It's not that delicate." Li Er approached the corner of the blanket again, "It's up to me to choose my origin. It will make me happy to do things with you."

[Ouch, I'm still not used to this nobleman's rigid tone. 】

[what's wrong? ] Ling Huang shakes off the blanket with Li Er, [I think it's pretty good. ]

[It's not that it's bad, but it's very teasing. I just think I want to kneel down to him as soon as he opens his mouth. Do you understand?self-abasement. 】

Ling Huang lowered his head and smiled, showing his teeth, [It's true when you say it. ]

"What are you laughing at?" Li Er raised his eyes and asked Ling Huang when he knelt down to spread the blanket.

As soon as Ling Huang looked up, he saw such a bright and suffocating man under the moonlight, staring at him with a little curiosity, he didn't bring it up immediately, and shook his head nervously, "I...just laugh laugh."

After the blanket was spread, Ling Huang knelt on one knee and patted it to make it smooth.

Li Er sat on the side of the blanket with his legs bent, looked at the distance of the road and said to himself: "Memories can be as bright as diamonds, or as rough as rusty iron."

He must have thought that Ling Huang's smile was because he remembered some fun past events. Ling Huang first took a wet towel and let Li Er wipe his hands, and then took out the refreshments in the basket and spread them in the middle of the blanket, "It doesn't matter if it's shiny or rough, as long as There is a gentle light in it, which is worth revisiting repeatedly."

Li Er picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea by himself, "I'm afraid the past that I have left in other people's memory is not the least bit gentle."

Ling Huang and Li Er have known each other not long ago, so these words should not be aimed at Ling Huang.

Thinking of the reason why he just dropped 10 points of goodwill, Ling Huang solemnly looked at Li Er's eyes with relief, "Has Alan stayed in White Hart Manor since he became a demon?"

"Yeah." Li Er picked up a cup of tea and handed it to Ling Huang, "They said they wanted to torture me constantly."

"As much as he hates you, he must have had as much trust in the past." Ling Huang took the teacup and knelt down opposite Li Er, "It is the countless gentle spots left in his memory that made him stubbornly entangle you , unwilling to leave."

Li Er thoughtfully drank a cup of tea slowly, then sighed, "Is that so?"

"I don't know." Ling Huang shrugged his shoulders, "I don't rule out this possibility—no matter what form he takes, he will be tied to you. This is an obsession in itself, and the formation of an obsession doesn't happen overnight. , you were such good brothers back then, there must be a lot of good memories piled up, right?"

"What you said makes sense." Li Er broke into a relaxed smile, took a small biscuit from the basket and handed it over, "Thank you for your comfort."

When Ling Huang touched the biscuit with Li Er's cold and shining fingertips, he paused.

Lifting his eyes happened to be Li Er's bright smile when he was not melancholy.

"It's been a long time since I had such a relaxed chat with others." Li Er moved forward to hold Ling Huang's hand.

The body temperature of the blood race caused a series of shudders on Ling Huang's skin in the late summer and early autumn when the moon was already as cold as water.

"Can I kiss you? Ling Huang." Li Er gently pulled the person towards her.

Ling Huang's heartbeat quickened and he became dizzy. He was pulled over and leaned against Li Er's chest and said embarrassingly, "Don't...don't ask such a question, how should I answer?"

"Then." Li Er lowered her head and pressed against the tip of his bleeding ear, "I want you, kiss me."

[Yes, My Lord! ! 】 Ah Yue shouted excitedly.

Ling Huang closed his eyes and raised his hands to hold Li Er's face, "Yes, MyLord."