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

"Master, your injury..." Back in the wing room, Feng Xi waited for him to sit on the bed, and stood aside, hesitant to speak.

Song Le was suffering in his heart, his old waist was not healed, and he had a new injury, but on the surface, Song Le, who was very concerned about the teacher's burden, just hummed indifferently, and said calmly: "It's okay, it's not in the way."

Feng Xi was hesitating when he saw him go behind the screen with a set of clean clothes and medicine.

"Feng Xi, go get me some hot water."

"Okay." Behind the screen, after hearing his order, Feng Xi quickly followed suit.

After closing his eyes and putting the hot water beside the screen, he silently retreated to the side of the bed, without saying a word, and lay down facing that side.

From Song Le's point of view, looking through the screen, he thought he had fallen asleep early, so he boldly removed his coat and slowly smoothed off the clothes on his left shoulder. The burning place looked a bit scary, Song Le Painful, lips pursed even tighter.

Feng Xi didn't blink, and breathed lightly, listening to his faint voice of pain over there, from the shadow projected on the screen, one could imagine that he had already taken off the blood-stained clothes, as if to satisfy his wish, There was a slight sound of the clothes falling to the ground, and it hit him hard in his heart, making him feel hot all over.

The protection just now... When his face was pressed against his clothes, the tea-like fragrance was stronger than ever, and the warm skin felt through the clothes made him completely forget to react.

Such a master.

Feng Xi's hands tightened unconsciously.

After Song Le bandaged the wound and changed into clean clothes, he carefully returned to the bed.

Seeing the way Feng Xi turned his back to her, he must have fallen asleep.

She carefully blew out the candle, lay down on her side with her back to him, took a breath, relaxed, and closed her eyes to sleep.

It wasn't until he was breathing evenly that Feng Xi turned over slowly, and there was no tiredness in his clear black pupils, just staring at his back, thin and good-looking.

Xia Yanran's provocative words in the daytime came to mind again, Feng Xi's eyes darkened, why, his doting on Xia Yanran in the past is vivid in his memory, but if he cares about Xia Yanran, what is he now?

Is it really just his tool?

Stretching out his slender hand, Feng Xi lowered his eyes, clenched the corner of his clothes in displeasure, tools, just tools.

As long as you are still like this, to me...

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late at night.

Feng Xi had a dream.

In the dream, the fog was lingering, and the feet were wet and cold. Looking forward, there was a faint green fire, deserted and desolate, as if in a dead and silent city.

He walked in, as if he had walked into a maze, strange and familiar, looking around, every household was pasted with Spring Festival couplets, the cold wind in his ears gradually became noisy and lively, mixed with far and near, crackling firecrackers, congratulations The sound, the sound of frolic, the sound of celebration.

What followed was that everything came alive in an instant, the dark clouds turned into the winter sun, the gloom turned into bright colors, the street shouted one after another, the warm and sweet fruit fragrance permeated the air, and the bright red lanterns in the cold Floating in the cold winter wind, the snow on the soles of the feet creaks when you step on it. Pedestrians come and go, all wearing warm fur coats and full of festive smiles. In this situation, the appearance of heavy snow falling from the sky becomes very beautiful.

But only one person did not have a smile on his face.

That was the five-year-old Xiao Fengxi leaning against the corner, shivering with only a suit of ragged clothes that didn't fit her body, hugging her knees.