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

Because of that sudden faint voice, Song Le's movements froze for a moment.

Then he was kicked hard in the wrist.

I - day.

Song Le wrinkled his face in pain.

Repaying the past more ruthlessly and quickly, Song Le no longer played around in a playful manner, but concentrated on it, mercilessly beat each of them to the ground, and after everything was resolved, Song Le glanced at the stunned and frightened young man clutching his stomach, hehe sneer.

Didn't he still have the guts to tease her just now?

Why don't you even dare to make eye contact now?

Oh, bastard.

She moved her numbed wrist a little, ignored the pain, and casually whispered to the bald young man: "I have something to do, let's go first."

Then look for the source of the sound just now.

There are twists and turns, winding and twisting, and I don't know where people have gone.

Song Le recalled the pleasant bass just now, and finally found Xia Xuan who was quietly sketching behind a huge square pillar.

The grass was covered with white and blue cloth, and he sat on it safely, with the sketchbook on his lap, holding a sketch pencil lightly in his slender white hand, and was sketching something carefully.

Sensing that someone was approaching, the handsome and delicate young man turned his head and looked at her with a calm expression and unwavering eyes.

【Oh, so handsome...】

The familiar clear voice sounded in his mind again.

Song Le finally confirmed this time that it was really Xia Xuan's voice before.

Just... so handsome?

Song Le subconsciously looked behind and to the side, there was no one else but her.

Who is Xia Xuan talking about?

[It would be even better if you were wearing... 】

I don't know what the vocabulary is in the middle, it's like being blocked by radio waves.

Mingming's gaze seemed to be emotionless and indifferent, as if he still felt displeased about being disturbed.

But Song Le heard his heartfelt words one after another.

[The legs are straight. 】

[The breasts are also big. 】

Strange content, tone of voice without any emotion, coupled with his handsome face that seemed to be frigid.

[Good fit, subdue temptation. ] At the same time as the indifferent voice sounded, Song Le saw the boy blink and lick his lips.

"..."

"..."

"..."

etc.Something seemed wrong, Song Le was dumbfounded.

Song Le, who is fearless even when he hits five, is inexplicable.

She bit the bullet and said, "Xia Xuan, why are you here?"

The other party's answer was concise and concise: "Sketch from life."

Not even the slightest desire to exchange pleasantries.

Song Le stood where he was, neither leaving nor staying.

She thought that if she bought mind reading skills, she could understand the boss's speech better, but she didn't expect... After buying it, she would become more and more at a loss.

He, he, what is Xia Xuan thinking?

In the end, Song Le's mind was in a mess, so he chose to stand still and leave politely.

After she left, Xia Xuan withdrew her faint eyes, looked at her sketchbook again, and turned to the next page, on which was a vivid drawing of a girl in a black and white ribbon maid outfit.

The skirt that barely covers the buttocks, the delicate black lace trim, each wave is delicate and moving, the knee-length white socks, the small black leather shoes, the collar with cat bells, the smooth black hair reaching the waist, and the furry cat The contrast between arrogance and coldness, softness and disobedience is so vivid that it makes people squint.

Xia Xuan likes cats, but unfortunately, he is allergic to cat fur.

So this kind of love poured out and turned into a great liking for drawing cats, all kinds of cats, either cute or innocent, or arrogant or cold.

It's just that, seeing her fight with ease just now, for some reason, it actually aroused his love when he saw cats.

Xia Xuan blinked, thoughtfully.