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

"Starting today, bring your English homework to my room and I'll teach you, understand?" After laughing, An Cheng corrected his tone and said softly.

Song Le froze, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, after all, if she was too stupid, who knows if An Cheng would criticize her so much that she couldn't hold her head up.

Besides, she has experienced the English teacher's despair towards her, and she really doesn't want her brother to experience it.

However, according to An Cheng's words, he has always had to abide by this choice, and resistance is untenable for him.

"...Understood." Song Le had no choice but to say.

"Good." An Cheng hugged her, and kissed her on the cheek naturally.

Song Le was taken aback by the soft touch, and then some strange feelings appeared in his heart, but this feeling was fleeting.

At night, Song Le held two cups of hot milk and lightly kicked the door of An Cheng's room opposite.

I don't know if it's the wrong time for her to come. It took An Cheng a long time to open the door. When he opened the door, it was covered with mist. When Song Le raised his eyes, he saw a pair of white clavicles. , a little more lazy and attractive than usual.

Song Le watched him put down the towel to wipe his wet hair, took the milk in her hand, and slightly pursed his lips. It was only 1.8 meters away, and she would definitely have to look up in the future.

And... With such a beautiful brother, she really didn't know how to face his tutoring.

Sitting in front of the desk, Song Le held the milk cup in both hands, took a small sip, and listened to An Cheng's soft teaching. There were also 26 English letters, and the English teacher only had a drowsy effect. Thought to be able to make people can not help indulging.

"Baby?" An Cheng looked at the man who was holding a milk cup in front of him, who was distracted, stopped talking and raised his eyebrows.

After calling several times in a row, he was called back to God.

Song Le immediately sat upright, afraid that he would say something about her, so he quickly found a reason and said: "I, I was still thinking about a question just now."

"Then did you come up with anything?" An Cheng asked without revealing.

"I didn't think of anything..." Song Le was embarrassed.

"Okay, don't lie, tell brother, what were you thinking just now?" An Cheng scratched her nose, looking at the person with big black eyes and fair skin like milk in front of him, asked softly.

Song Le shook his head immediately: "I really didn't think about anything."

"Huh?" An Cheng put down his pen.

"..." Song Le murmured, and after struggling for a few seconds, he chose the latter between being coerced and seduced, or honestly confessing: "I was just thinking about how good-looking you are, brother."

Her honest appearance was extraordinarily cute, after An Cheng was taken aback, he couldn't help but raised his hand to stroke her soft black hair, making it straight and smooth.

After all, An Cheng is just a young boy now, and it is a moment of restlessness, let alone facing the person he has been thinking about for a long time.

"Does the baby think brother looks good?" He had heard such compliments since he was a child, and his ears could almost hear calluses, but it was only when he said it from her that he couldn't help himself.

The beautiful boy blinked, no matter how indifferent and indifferent he was to others, but to her, to such a young girl, it seemed difficult for him to have such things as self-control.

Hearing An Cheng's soft question, Song Le didn't think too much, just thought it was nonsense, nodded immediately, and seriously affirmed: "Of course, I've never seen anyone prettier than my brother."