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

Lu Xi rubbed her: "There is only me like this, and you like it..."

The young man's low voice was like a kitten, Song Le's face quickly heated up, and he reached out to pinch his cheek, and said helplessly, "Narcissism."

Lu Xi giggled, and after making a fuss for a while, she suddenly grabbed her hand, her smile faded, and she asked, "Miss Sister, what happened to that poster between you and Wei Rong?"

Song Le was stunned when he heard this turning point, then remembered and quickly explained: "It's a borrowing, borrowing."

Although I thought about it, but hearing her say it, the pimple in my heart would be calmed down. Lu Xi smiled again and said, "That's good."

He sat up, looked at her for a second, then pinched her chin lightly, and kissed her domineeringly, his half-closed dark blue eyes revealed a shockingly strong possessive desire.

"Don't work with him in the future, okay? I can..." Give you better resources.

But before she could say the rest, she saw her frown.

Song Le corrected his expression: "Lu Xi, this is not something I can decide. If there is a suitable job, I will do it. Moreover, I don't like being interfered with."

Lu Xi stared straight at her, and after a few seconds, she suppressed her smoldering desires and said softly, "Okay, I won't interfere, but you have to promise me that no one will touch you." Not at all.

"Sometimes work requires..."

"Then if I kiss someone else, can the young lady tolerate it?" Lu Xi's tone was a little cold.

Song Le choked, and tried to imagine the scene of the little bastard kissing someone else, and said with an uneasy expression: "...Not really."

Lu Xi was instantly pleased by these three words. Does this mean that he is still being cared about?

Then she became very talkative, and said softly, "I don't want to talk to others, so you don't want to, okay?"

Song Le finally nodded, looked at him with clear eyes, and said seriously: "Okay, I will try my best."

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Song Le filled the meal and brought it to the dining table, when he heard Lu Xi's voice from the kitchen:

"Miss, do you want some milk?"

Song Le said casually: "Okay."

Lu Xi brought two cups of steaming milk and put one of them on her side.

Song Le probed the water temperature with the back of his hand, and with a hiss, he was scalded back: "You idiot, you actually took such hot water."

Lu Xi smiled and said, "It's okay, it will be cold soon."

Song Le nodded helplessly, and the two ate at a leisurely pace. After eating, Song Le held the cup and took a small sip.

Warm and fragrant milk is full of happiness, which is a habit that Lu Xi has subtly imparted to her.

Because of insomnia, Lu Xi would make a glass of milk to help her sleep every night before going to bed, and would feed her a few sips every time, it was sweet, and over time, she did not reject drinking this kind of thing.

However, today's seems to be too thick and too sweet, Song Le is surprised.

After drinking slowly, she looked up at him, and was about to say something, when he came over and gently licked the corner of her lips.

Song Le paused, raised his eyes and bumped into his sparkling, moist peach blossom eyes.

"Miss, I really miss you." He whispered.

"Well, I know." It was so obvious that it was difficult for her to pretend not to see it.

Song Le replied mutteringly, inexplicably feeling hot on the face.

Lu Xi blinked slowly, and her voice became hoarse: "No, you don't know, you don't know anything."

I don't know... don't know what?

Song Le was a little dizzy from being surrounded by him, but he had no time to think about it, all his mind was attracted by his blue eyes like the sea.

He smiled mischievously.