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

Turned on the heater in the car, put the person on the back seat, An Cheng sat in the driver's seat, and did not start the car for a long time.

Looking in the rearview mirror at the drunken man lying curled up in a ball on the back seat, his expression was uncontrollably gloomy.

"...Wow, wine, I still want to drink."

"Lolo... Lolo, where is he?"

The girl's soft and confused voice was very clear in this small closed and quiet space.

Usually when he hears it, his heart is soft, but now, An Cheng only feels more hostility in his heart.

After a while, he finally pursed his lips and drove. The cold black car passed by the street late at night.

Song Le seemed to be in the clouds, his feet were empty, his head was fluttering, his mood numb by alcohol suddenly recovered bit by bit, and he muttered in frustration, "What brother... I don't want brother..."

Every word broke into the ears of An Cheng who was trying to endure his anger.

well.

An Cheng laughed back in anger——

He thought that giving her space, letting go properly, and not doing excessive things before she grew up would make her like and accept her.

Now it seems that not only did she not, but it actually made her want to escape even more.

In this case, what else does he need to endure?

An Cheng sneered, and held him tightly in her arms with a cold face. She cried out for pain in a low voice and did not relax her strength at all.

Kicking open the door of his own room, An Cheng put him on the bed, his indifferent expression changed slightly when he touched the sheets.

It was on his bed at that time that she had her first menstruation, and this time, it was also her first time.

The anger gradually turned sour, and a familiar impulse surged up, and An Cheng hooked his collar with his heart beating fast.

With deep eyes, he stared at the person curled up on the bed, murmuring unconsciously with his eyes closed.

The pure white pajamas set off her milk-white and smooth skin, her drunken flushed face was alluring, and her innocent and ignorant sleeping face was like a piece of white paper.

Touching her warm earlobe with his finger, An Cheng was silent, if he forcibly possessed her, would she hate him when she woke up?

Hate him... An Cheng bit his lips, but still couldn't help but leaned over to kiss her, relying on her in a daze, coaxed her to open her lips, let his tongue poke in, and felt her confused and clumsy response Finally, a tremor that almost touched his soul captured his mind in an instant.

Song Le was half dreaming, half awake, floating up and down, only feeling something sticking into her mouth, her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open her eyes, she was still wondering... what to eat?

What to eat, soft and hot, Song Le just wanted to take a bite to taste, when his chin was lightly pinched, and he heard a low and hoarse voice: "Baby, don't bite me."

Suppressing her two wrists with one hand, An Cheng knelt down on both sides of her body, his thick eyelashes drooping, hiding all the emotions in his eyes, while his tongue intertwined, his knuckle fingers deftly untied her pajamas. Button, rubbing her tall collarbone with her fingertips, hearing her cute and dazed huh, An Cheng groaned patiently.

"...Hmm." Song Le frowned, half awake, struggling uncomfortably, his chaotic mind couldn't figure out what was pressing on him.

"Brother, brother..." Being pressed and licked unbearably, Song Le finally whimpered like a helpless child.

An Cheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the sound, but when he looked up, he realized that she was still awake, and his gaze shifted to the kiss mark on her neck, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, and his cold heart softened.

Fool.

Obviously so dependent on him.

Why do you always want to leave him and run away from him?

Is there something wrong with him, An Cheng kissed her chin lightly, thinking melancholy in his heart.