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

Song Le lowered his head in a daze, looking at the ball of paper thrown to his feet. After being stunned, he felt uncomfortable: "Brother, why did you tear up my book? I didn't do anything wrong..."

Her innocent and wronged voice made An Cheng almost want to reach out and hug her into his arms to comfort her without thinking.

"Did I tell you not to have contact with other people?" An Cheng asked coldly.

Speaking of this, Song Le was even more aggrieved, and said in a low voice: "But everyone else has friends, why can't I have them, I want to have them too..."

"You have me, isn't that enough?"

Song Le raised her head and stared at the delicate and alienated young man in astonishment, he asked indifferently as if aloof, if it wasn't for the lingering anger in his eyes, she would have thought he had no feelings.

"Doesn't brother need friends?" She asked hesitantly.

An Cheng thought of those men and women who wanted to get closer to him, and frowned in annoyance: "No need, you are enough for me."

But she needs it.Song Le pursed her lips, standing there motionless as if punished.

Seeing her aggrieved face, unwilling to say anything and resisting with silence, An Cheng finally relented.

Gently pulling her over and hugging her, An Cheng asked softly, "Why do you need someone else, can't the baby and I be together forever?"

Song Le still pressed her lips tightly, not knowing how to respond.

If it weren't for the fact that they grew up together, An Cheng would not have the desire to control her, let alone the emotional needs of ordinary people.

But she is just an ordinary person, she needs other things besides family affection.

After a while, she mustered up her courage and whispered: "Brother, I don't like you forcing me and restricting me like this, you... can you give me a little space for myself?"

"For example?" An Cheng heard that, another layer of frost formed on his face.

"I want to hang out with my friends on the weekend." She tentatively timidly.

An Cheng didn't agree, but he didn't object either, but his expression became a little colder.

"I still want to do homework with them." Song Le became more courageous.

"continue."

"...It's my birthday, and I want to invite them." Before the conversation was finished, An Chengliangliang interrupted: "Okay, I can agree, but I need some compensation."

"... Compensation?" Song Le opened his eyes wide, stunned, and repeated blankly.

"Come here." An Cheng hummed and nodded.

Song Le didn't think too much, and approached him obediently, and then heard him say calmly: "I'm very angry now, give me a kiss, baby."

"Dear, dear?" Song Le was stunned for a moment, and then was hindered by the limitation of IQ to think.

"Cheeks are fine, comfort between relatives, isn't that okay?" An Cheng raised his eyes to look at her, as if it was perfectly normal.

Subconsciously told Song Le that this was wrong, but she thought about it, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong, so she hesitated and asked, "Did brother promise me those...?"

"Hey, let me feel better first." An Cheng pressed his forehead, lowered his eyes, unable to see the expression in his eyes, only the long shadow cast by the eyelashes.

Such An Cheng made Song Le dare not ask again, she pulled her hair in embarrassment, struggled again and again, finally put her hands on his shoulders carefully, tilted her head cautiously, touched his cheek lightly, then immediately let go, whispering Asked: "Is it okay?"

"One more time." An Cheng said flatly, not letting her go.

Song Le hesitated, then touched his other cheek.

The soft and careful touch was like cotton candy floating in his heart, An Cheng tried his best to restrain himself to maintain his indifferent look.