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

Xia Xuan glanced at her, her eyes were clear and cold, and she said expressionlessly, "Let's go to class."

[Of course, no one is allowed to touch my things, and no matter what they touch, throw them away. 】

↑Standard mouth and body integrity.

Xia Xuan probably never thought that she was not talking to him at all, but talking to his inner voice.

Song Le bowed her head and suppressed a smile, her long hair covered her crooked peach eyes.

After a while, Song Le adjusted his facial expression.

Then he asked sideways: "Xia Xuan, I feel like you don't really want to talk to me? Did the fight scare you last time?"

Xia Xuan rested her chin on her fair hand, and shifted her gaze over upon hearing this.

Not the usual casual glance, but a very serious look.

There was a faint light in the glass-like pupils, and the thin lips parted slightly: "I think too much."

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Song Le: "..."

It must be that this duplicity Bingshan is thinking about something outrageous and unreasonable again.

Didn't she just say that he was timid!

The information obtained every day is rising with a weak trend, Song Le decided to test it first.

Start by changing your dressing style.

So, the next day.

Song Le sat down without changing his face.

She is wearing a soft white rabbit sweater today, with two long soft rabbit ears hanging from the hat behind her.

The cuffs are slightly bigger, and the long hair is neatly tied up. When lying on the table, Song Le heard Xia Xuan's heartfelt voice:

【Well--】

There seems to be a slight rolling sound of Adam's apple.

Song Le snickered in his heart.

Knew it.

【So cute, I want to...】

Song Le's smile froze like that, and the boss was once again harmonized by the daily routine.

As for what was being shielded, Song Le seemed to have a feeling this time, and raised his forehead.

Can't this person have any healthy thoughts in his mind?

She bulged her cheeks—after the plush control verification, the degree is probably slight.

Because the boss was only blocked for a while at the first sight.

After that, he began to worry about the pudding that was out of stock in his house.

It can be heard that Xia Xuan really doesn't want to go to the supermarket.

To be precise, he didn't want to go to crowded places at all.

Crowded and disgusting.

——From the voice of a serious clean freak.

after a few days.

Song Le changed into a loose sweater with black cat ears, a kitten pattern on the cuffs, and a meow embroidered on the back——

The soft black hair is tied together on the right side, and a small big cat pie face is sandwiched on the left side.

It was dry and cold in winter, so Song Le put on some transparent lipstick.

From Xia Xuan's perspective, she could see that her pink lips were moist and slightly pouting.

The black clothes complement her tenderness even more.

Song Le felt a lot of pressure.

Because on this day, the boss next to him seemed to be locked in a small black room for mind reading.

Almost harmonized for a day——

Just horrible.

It's hard work for her to sit beside her and pretend she doesn't know anything, okay?

"..."

It's near the end of school in the evening.

The weather was extremely gloomy today, Song Le raised his head a few minutes before get out of class ended, and looked out the window at the cloud-covered sky.

Can not help but worry.

She didn't bring an umbrella!I also forgot to bring my mobile phone.

What if it rains heavily?

Song Le was a little anxious, her home was far away, and she didn't bring any money, so she couldn't even get a taxi.Do you go back in the shower?

However.What are you afraid of?

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the rain came as promised, and it soon became heavier and heavier.

Small puddles of water began to accumulate on the ground.

Xia Xuan glanced at her and pursed her lips.

[Did you bring an umbrella? 】

Song Le looked over because of this frowned, suddenly a flash of inspiration.