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

Shen Ruoyi raised her head, her hands kept moving, and she looked at the sleeping ignorant person in a daze.

How ugly... Now he is sleeping next to her, blaspheming himself in her face.

She was the only light in his heart, but he was always thinking about how to desecrate her, dirty her, take her as his own, hide her, and let no one see her.

While Shen Ruoyi squinted her eyes and opened her lips trembling in shame, she couldn't help but feel an unspeakable joy in her back.

"Song Le...Song...Song Le..." A low and suppressed moan overflowed from his throat intermittently. Thin sweat dripped from his forehead. He was so emotional that his eyelashes trembled fiercely. The young man whimpered, and couldn't restrain himself from touching her slightly parted lips.

...he's so dirty.

A white light flashed before his eyes, and tears welled up in him instantly, his whole body lost strength, and his palms were also stained.

ended--

Like a ridiculous dream.

Shen Ruoyi panted like a small animal, and after gradually waking up and calming down, he was still only a 12-year-old boy, and he was at a loss.

Getting out of bed quietly, he fetched cold water and washed his hands over and over again.

In the icy cold water, the little figure squatted there, washing non-stop, non-stop, non-stop, until his hands were about to be frozen to the point of losing consciousness, and then he could not give up.

Slowly walking back to the room, the moonlight was like water, and there was a pool of stagnant water. For some reason, Shen Ruoyi seemed to be back in the cage that she could not escape five years ago, with a chill behind her.

The old woman is dead.However, the shadow left behind is still there.

The seven years of abuse, the sinister smile, the fingers like dead branches, and the words that linger in my ears like a curse...

Shen Ruoyi kept chanting the word "Song Le" in her heart, and finally managed to warm up a little.

When she fell back into her arms, Shen Ruoyi really relaxed the tension in her whole body, hugged her again, and closed her eyes.

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Three years later, Xia Ye.

Song Le yawned sleepily, but still insisted on fanning Shen Ruoyi, who was writing a book.

The room was filled with the fragrance of mosquito repelling herbs, which made Song Le drowsy even more.

The candlelight was flickering, 15-year-old Shen Ruoyi raised her head, looked at her, and said with a smile, "Go to sleep, I can do it."

Song Le supported the table with one hand, supported his chin that kept sliding, his eyelids were fighting, but he still insisted: "You continue to read your book, don't worry about me, when you fall asleep, I will sleep again .”

What responded to her was Shen Ruoyi's gentle smile.

He got the first place in the rural examination and stood out. He is only 13 years old, but his talent is far above the others. Now he is studying at night and preparing for the Beijing examination.

Now she is like the parent of a senior high school student in a key class. She is always nervous, and she is obviously as old as him...

But in the end, Song Le still couldn't refuse Duke Zhou's invitation. He tilted his head and fell asleep on the table beside him. The fan, which was already crumbling, fell directly to the foot of the table.

Shen Ruoyi was slightly taken aback when she heard the sound, put down her pen, and burst out laughing.

There was a soft smile on Ru Yuqingjun's face, he folded his scrolls, walked over and gently hugged him skillfully, in the past three years, he had grown so tall that she could only look at him when she looked up, and so did his strength.

But not enough.

He can't be protected all the time, he needs power to protect her, and them.Since childhood, Shen Ruoyi knew that these two things were almost omnipotent.

This kind of concept, like an ugly brand, is deeply rooted in his heart.