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

It's not about new clothes...

Song Le sighed secretly, raised her head and said coquettishly to Luo Xiao: "Uncle Xiao, Shen Ruoyi is already twelve, it's time to make him his own bed."

After all, men and women are different, so I can no longer sleep with her.

Cheng Fengyue nodded: "That's true. Ah Yi has grown up, and she really can't fit in a bed."

"No problem, Miss! Ayi, you two squeeze together for a few more days, and your uncle Xiao will start cooking tomorrow." Luo Xiao swallowed a large piece of meat and said cheerfully.

"Okay." Shen Ruoyi nodded, stared at Song Le for a while, and found that she didn't look at him, but after eating blindly, she gradually lowered her eyes.

In the evening, after Song Le took a shower and dried her long hair, she sat on the bed and concentrated on sewing a small sachet.

She doesn't have Ah Man's enthusiasm for embroidery, but Shen Ruoyi is about to take the provincial examination, and she wants to prepare something for him as much as she can.

Filling the sachet with soothing herbs, Song Le pulled the elastic cords on both sides with both hands, and when everything was done, she squeezed it in her hands and smiled. When Shen Ruoyi came over with the wine bowl carefully, this was what she saw.

"...Song Le, Auntie said to drink a little and sleep soundly." He paused and handed the bowl in front of her.

Song Le was startled when he heard his voice suddenly, the sachet fell on the quilt, and hissed: "Scared me to death, you."

When Shen Ruoyi heard the words, she pursed her lips, seeming to be smiling. Song Le looked at him. In the flickering candlelight, a handsome and slender young man was wearing only a thin white shirt. There was a faint light in his eyes. He carefully held the wine bowl with both hands. Obedient and obedient.

Seeing this appearance, she couldn't help but slowly calm down about the 'accident' that happened during the day.

Well...can't blame him either.Shen Ruoyi probably doesn't understand this kind of thing at all.

She took the wine bowl and drank half of it without thinking too much.

This is Cheng Fengyue's own brewed wine. It is very mild. After drinking a bowl, he can sleep peacefully until dawn.

"It's over, thank you." Song Le casually wiped the corners of his mouth.

Shen Ruoyi stared at her lips moistened by the wine, slightly startled, then lowered her head and took the bowl, quickly put it back in the kitchen and ran back.

Blowing out the candles, Song Le tucked him in the quilt habitually, feeling drowsy, and yawned a little wine-scented: "Well, I fell asleep..."

Shen Ruoyi hummed, hugged her waist, buried her head in the hollow of her neck, and rubbed against her.

Soft and fragrant, Shen Ruoyi's long eyelashes fluttered and she didn't feel sleepy, her mind was filled with the scene she encountered during the day.

The girl's long and straight legs, slender and smooth waist, and long hair like a waterfall happened to be scattered on her buttocks, making her skin whiter and softer. The close legs made his body heat up quickly, and he even started to feel hot. He grabbed the corner of her clothes His fingertips trembled slightly.

Shen Ruoyi murmured, and called out in a trembling voice: "Song Le..."

She slept deeply, and it was difficult for her to wake up after drinking.

Shen Ruoyi's thin lips were slightly parted, her beautiful cheeks were hot, her breathing was low and rapid, one hand was tightly clutching the sheet under her body, and the other hand was originally on her waist, but now trembling and hesitating, she reached into her waist. In obscene pants.

What is he doing?

Shen Ruoyi's mind was dizzy, not very clear, she was moving violently and carefully, her Adam's apple, which was still in her youth, rolled up and down, she bit her lower lip tightly, and through the moonlight as thin as gauze, she could see his eyes. Zhou's blushing tears.

He did it on purpose, everything was on purpose, he dragged her into the water on purpose, let her fall on him on purpose, went back to the room on purpose, brought wine on purpose, but he didn't expect to make her request not to sleep with him anymore.