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

Seeing her fearful expression, Shen Ruoyi regained her senses a little, ran her slender fingers through her soft hair, and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't."

Hearing this, Song Le nodded slowly and hummed.

Shen Ruoyi loves her so much, her thin lips are curved, her smile is handsome and charming.

Because of the raging desire, the hoarse voice begged in her ear: "But... help me."

Song Le was stunned: "How can I help?"

On Shen Ruoyi's pure and handsome face under the moonlight, there was an impatiently expectant light: "Help me..."

Song Le carefully touched her fingertips, then pursed her lips and retracted.

"I, I can't do it..." Song Le said before turning around.

Shen Ruoyi was still drunk, and her heart fluttered because of her "try it", she couldn't believe it, and said softly: "Don't you try it, don't be afraid of me, this is a normal reaction."

Shen Ruoyi is not a person with heavy desires. On the contrary, in the three years since he came to the capital, he acted as if he had no desires. This kind of desire was only for her, only in front of her.

Song Le was finally forced to agree.

After a long time, "... are you ready?" Song Le asked with his eyes slightly sour.

When asked, Shen Ruoyi's cheeks were flushed, her face was full of spring, her thin lips were slightly parted, her eyes were half-closed, and she said in a low hoarse voice, "Well... soon."

Song Le turned his eyes away, not daring to look any further.

Shen Ruoyi hugged her happily, rubbing against her like a home-loving beast: "I like you...I like you the most..."

Hearing this, Song Le paused for a moment with her rejecting hand, then let it go, she sighed silently, and let him go.

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The next day, after Shen Ruoyi finished her work, she rushed back early and brought her new scripts. Song Le took them one by one and thanked her.

After Shen Ruoyi finished listening, she pursed her lips, looked at her with starry eyes, and led her to the desk.

Song Le threw the book in his hand back on the bed and said, "What's wrong?"

Shen Ruoyi remained silent, but carefully pulled out the rolled drawing paper from the roll.

Song Le concentrated on watching him unfold slowly, and then saw it clearly, and was there in a daze——

The ink painting depicts a beautiful woman, who is standing on tiptoes, raising her head, trying to reach her hand upwards, the fingertips are only a short distance away from the slightly drooping plum blossom branches, with clean white space, down to the folds of the clothes corners, slight frowning and The longing in the eyes is vivid, which shows the artist's intentions.

Shen Ruoyi hugged her behind her, and said softly, "Do you like it?"

Song Le couldn't help stretching out his hand to draw a stroke, and said, "Why did 'she' paint so meticulously, but the plum blossom was just a stroke?"

If she didn't love plum blossoms the most, she wouldn't be able to recognize what they were.

Shen Ruoyi smiled lightly, rubbed against her neck, and said, "Because when I saw you, I could only see you in my eyes, so I couldn't concentrate on seeing what that flower was and what it looked like." .”

Song Le pursed her lips.

He also heard him say in a low voice and aggrieved: "At first I wanted to draw myself on it, but... I was afraid that you would get angry, so I didn't."

Song Le wanted to ask why she was angry, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she remembered the days before, even the bowls and chopsticks, as long as he touched them, she would push them away in disgust.