Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Xiaobei was beaten at home, and wandered around for a long time after being kicked out before he had the cheek to ask for help.

Wrapped in grievances all the time, Xiao Bei relaxed after talking to Ling Huang and crying, and fell asleep with his head tilted on the back of the sofa, with teardrops still hanging on his eyelashes.

Although bionics don't catch a cold, they are still afraid of the cold in order to be infinitely close to humans.

Ling Huang turned off the TV, covered Xiaobei with a blanket, and added charcoal to the fireplace. Looking at the time, it was already 01:30 in the morning.

Before Li Huan went to work, he didn't tell Ling Huang which room he should sleep in.

He already knew that Li Huan was going to live in the big master bedroom, but Ling Huang felt that he should be able to live in the smaller bedroom with a single bed on the opposite side.

Ling Huang didn't sleep well that night, the wind blew up outside at some point, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and if there was any movement in the doors and windows, he had to get up to see if there was anything wrong with Xiaobei.

After watching it a few times, Xiaobei is always in the same position, lying on the sofa and sleeping very deeply.

When it was about to dawn, he heard the door click again, Ling Huang got up and put on his uniform coat and buttoned it.

The quality of sleep is so bad and it’s uncomfortable to sleep hard. The more times I wake up, the more irritable I feel. I’m so angry that I don’t get up. Why sleep?

Not wanting to disturb Xiao Bei, Ling Huang took a flashlight to check a little bit like the previous few times, starting from the front door, shining light on every window on the wall to take a closer look, and then going around to the back door.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in the corner of the eye, and the direction of disappearing was Li Huan's room.

That black shadow is tall and has long curly hair, probably Li Huan.

For the [-]% possible misjudgment, Ling Huang shone his flashlight at the fastest speed and rushed into Li Huan's room.

"Hush—" Soi Ying grabbed Ling Huang's waist from behind the door and hugged him into his arms, "It's me, your dear master."

But Ling Huang's first reaction was to throw the flashlight at Li Huan's head.

Of course he could have stopped the attack in time, but he confiscated it.

"Boom".

"Ah!" Li Huan exclaimed in pain.

The flashlight was already very old, and it didn't withstand the test of being used as a weapon. After a few stabs and stabs, it went out.

"You..." Ling Huang's idea of ​​beating someone has been implemented, but the words of cursing are still brewing.

"Don't be afraid, as soon as I came in and turned on the light, I saw Xiaobei on the sofa and turned off the light. I thought you were sleeping in my room, but I didn't find you. I wanted to go to the second bedroom, but you came out of the small room. I just wanted to tease you." After Li Huan introduced his mental journey, he smiled lowly, "I ended up asking for trouble, which frightened you, and I hit myself on the head."

The tone is soft and coaxing.

It seemed that he didn't bring home the same temper that he took with him when he left the house.

"It really scared me." Ling Huang also walked down the steps, and instead of being angry with him, he lowered his voice, "I thought a thief had come in."

"I thought you knew it was me and wanted to hit me on purpose." Li Huan put his arm around Ling Huang, pulled off the wig with the other hand, took the flashlight from Ling Huang's hand and threw it on the bed together, "Say, are you taking revenge?" , because I treated you badly when I went out."

"No way~" Ling Huang's mind was exposed, and he covered his mouth and laughed awkwardly, "I really thought there were bad guys in the house."

Being carried in Li Huan's arms, he closed the door and turned on the light.

Li Huan took a small box from the bedside table and put it in Ling Huang's hand, "The little cake for you represents my sincerity in apologizing."

"Apologize?" Ling Huang was a little confused when he took the cake, "What are you apologizing for?"

"I think I'm your master, you should always want to be by my side." Li Huan took two wipes for makeup remover and covered her face, "But you said you want Xiao Bei I'm not happy with you. I apologize for my narrow-mindedness."

[Ah, so he still has such thoughts? 】Ah Yue said, 【I can't see it, I thought he was a rough old man who could wear women's clothes. 】

"No, it's my bad attitude. It's me who should apologize." Ling Huang belongs to the type that once the other party can reason well, he will be more reasonable than the other party.

"I slammed the door and left, that's too bad." Li Huan violently rubbed his face with a wet towel, "No matter how angry you are, you shouldn't do that."

"It's nothing." On the contrary, Ling Huang felt that his deliberate provocation was worse, "I don't think it's too much for you."

"It's just too much." Throwing the wipes away, Li Huan pushed the small box in Ling Huang's hand, "It won't happen in the future, every time I go out, I will tell you 'I'm going out', and every time I go home I'll also say 'I'm back' to you."

Ling Huang opened the cake box, and used the small fork inside to fork a small piece of cream into his mouth, "Pursuing the sense of ritual in life?"

"Yeah." Li Huan tore off the shawl on his shoulders, smiled and lowered his eyes and asked softly, "You don't like it?"

The man's face without make-up was no longer aggressive, and it was so soft that Ling Huang couldn't say anything harsh.

Biting the fork, Ling Huang shook his head, "There is nothing I don't like."

"Then you like it?" Li Huan lightly bumped Ling Huang's arm with his arm.

"...It's okay." Ling Huang forked another small piece of cake.

"Then what are you?" Li Huan opened his mouth, came over, snatched the little fork, put it in his mouth, and continued, "Do you like it or not?"

[Indirect kissing, tsk. 】Ah Yue yawned, 【No, I'm too sleepy, A Huang, if you are going to tease him, then I will continue to sleep. 】

[Sleep quickly! ] Ling Huang roared in his heart, [I'm not interested in him yet. ]

[Oh, good night, no, good morning, ah no, good night. 】

"Why are you in a daze?" Li Huan took out a fork, dug out a large piece of cake, and handed it to Ling Huang's mouth, "I'm asking if you like it or not?"

Looking at the cake, he struggled, not wanting to open his mouth, not wanting to swallow the fork he had bitten.

"Answer me." Li Huan's voice sank a little.

There is no displeasure, just conveying some sense of oppression, as if an order is issued, which is not irresistible, but one does not want to be disobeyed.

It's a very reasonable way of ordering.

Ling Huang pursed his lips, "I like it."

"Call me." Li Huan's voice became deeper.

The breath followed the words, with the sweetness of cream.

"Huan... Li..." Ling Huang paused, of course he knew that calling him by his first or nickname could not satisfy his needs right now.

The AI ​​was pushing him to speak, he lowered his head in compromise, and murmured, "Master."

"Answer the question I just asked with your title." Li Huan brought the cake closer, and the cream touched Ling Huang's lips.

"Master, I like it." Ling Huang opened his mouth and shut up and brought in some sweet cream, his face quickly heated up.

"Adjust the word order." Li Huan touched Ling Huang's mouth with the cake again.

"..." Ling Huang had a good mind, and immediately understood what Li Huan wanted to hear, blushing and gritted his teeth, refusing to speak.

"It's so cute." Li Huan smiled in his ear, "I won't make things difficult for you, I'll take a shower, you can catch up on sleep."

Ling Huang immediately jumped up and was about to run outside.

Li Huan grabbed his wrist and asked, "I apologize, do you still want to sleep in another room?!"