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

After a few seconds, the bewildered Song Le realized the meaning of An Cheng's words, and was immediately embarrassed. He pretended to push him away calmly, and sat up: "I don't. I think you are very good. As for chasing, chasing... what?" , I, I, I don't know."

After finishing speaking, she was about to get out of bed and mechanically put on her shoes, but when she was sitting on the edge of the bed looking for shoes, she was held back by An Cheng who also sat up and leaned over, followed by a light soft cloud-like soft spot on her left cheek. kiss.

"You never have to worry about what you...are not worthy of me, forever, okay? That's my promise."

"You know, I walk the talk."

While brushing his teeth almost numbly in the bathroom, Song Le just dangled these two sentences back and forth in his mind, back and forth, and repeated.

It was as if she had clicked on a loop of some single, and it was about to make her go crazy.

Staring at the man in the mirror with a face as red as a monkey's butt, Song Le spit out the mouthwash, puffed up her cheeks and blinked, and said in a low voice, "Qi, Qi, usually so many people confess to you, and I never see you So embarrassing."

"You idiot." She finally couldn't help but curse at herself in the mirror.

She really wanted to say a few more "promising" words, so she wouldn't care about An Cheng's confession, if it wasn't for the fact that her face was getting redder and her temperature was getting hotter, she wouldn't believe what she said.

After finally rinsing his mouth with his heart pounding, Song Le took a hot towel to wash his face and wiped, when he suddenly found a small red mark on his collarbone.

After rubbing it, it doesn't hurt, but there are still bugs in this season?

Moreover, she obviously slept in An Cheng's room yesterday, right?

How could there be in An Cheng's room...

and many more.

A vague fragment floated up, and Song Le thought of the suspicious and almost real dream yesterday.

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An Cheng, who was preparing breakfast downstairs, came out with a porcelain plate, and happened to see a person in pajamas running down the stairs with a blushing face, and came straight to him, as if he had something important to ask him urgently.

An Cheng put down the plate without haste, raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong?"

"..." Song Le was a little uncertain, seeing his indifferent appearance, he was inexplicably unconfident.

But she really couldn't ignore this matter as if nothing happened.

He could only stammer and ask: "Yesterday, did you steal, secretly, yesterday?"

Under this pure gaze, it was really hard for Song Le to ask "Did you steal my kiss?" with the cheek.

An Cheng must have seen that she wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, and she dared to be angry but dared not speak up. She raised her lips and finished speaking for her in a good mood:

"I saw the hickey, so I was shy and wanted to confirm it?"

"...so so so shy!" Song Le's eyes widened in an instant, and her cheeks became more and more red like burning clouds.

"Your habit of stuttering when you're shy," An Cheng calmed down, with a smile in his eyes, "What should I do?"

Song Le shut his mouth abruptly, his eyes widened even more, watery, An Cheng was a little absent-minded.

After recovering, he smiled lightly and said, "I kissed you without permission yesterday. I'm not calm enough. I'm sorry."

"..."

"However, there may be many more unsteady things in the future, so let's apologize together now."

"..."

ah.ah?

Song Le froze in place, almost choked to death.

What is this person, this person, in her impression, An Cheng has always been a person who is indifferent, cruel, and possessive to the extreme.

She was afraid, but she relied on his unique pampering, which was exclusive to her alone.

But, she, she, she, she has never seen such an eloquent and difficult to resist An Cheng.