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

Luo Yi didn't expect that she could really repeat it, and was speechless and speechless for a while.

Looking up at her, she is quite innocent:

On her petite face, a pair of clear peach blossom eyes blinked and blinked without any downturn, as if as long as he nodded, she could immediately pack up and leave.

Luo Yi pursed her lips, feeling a little aggrieved for some reason.

Do you just not care about him?He didn't want to just do what she wanted...

Putting the book away, Luo Yi walked over, the handsome and slender young man pursed his thin lips lightly, and there was a gloomy displeasure in his handsome brows and eyes.

Looking down at a distance, unknowingly, he was already so much taller than her, and now even if she stood on tiptoe, she could only reach his collarbone.

Luo Yi paused, with Zhang Jun's face cold, went over and hugged her horizontally.

Song Le was taken aback, and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing?"

Are you going to throw her out?

Impossible Song Le, don't be stupid...

She complained to herself silently in her heart to get rid of this thought.

When she was put on the bed, she was inexplicably throbbing and apprehensive, but before she could sit up straight, she was rolled over and pressed down again.

Under the soft brocade quilt, Song Le pressed his hands between the two, his eyes wandered, not daring to look at him, he whispered haha: "Emperor... Your Majesty?"

Kneeling on both sides of her body, with his hands on both sides of her head, Luo Yi leaned over, his eyes were unclear.

It seems that there is still a bit of gnashing of teeth.

Song Le felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and wanted to make jokes every minute to escape the ambiguous atmosphere.

So he cared and said: "Your Majesty, are you cold?"

"Cold." Luo Yi threw out a word.

Song Le: "...how about that?"

How about I make the bed for you and go to sleep quickly.

In the end, there was no chance to say the rest of the words, because Luo Yi stared at her deeply, and then covered the two of them with another quilt, and the whole body was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Song Le's heart was pounding, and suddenly she wanted to sigh again: "..." Your Majesty, I think you want to do something bad.

Although I think so, but I still want to pretend not to know, Song Le said, "Your Majesty, is the quilt a bit thin? I feel that it was quite warm when I slept on the same bed."

Ha ha, so stop making trouble, she is a little nervous.

Luo Yi gritted his teeth and smiled: I'm really in a bad mood.

In the darkness, the sound of breathing was clearly audible, and the atmosphere was slightly hot. Song Le was pressed down by him, and he didn't move for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help swallowing quietly, revealing a few strands of panic.

"What are you afraid of?" Luo Yi asked after being quiet for a long time.

"Huh?" Song Le's face was hot, and he hesitated and whispered, "No, I'm not afraid."

"You don't want to do such a thing, I won't force you." Luo Yi was just unhappy, she might not care about him as much as he imagined.

"Hmm..." He said this much more calmly than usual, the hot air hit her neck, Song Le was a little happy, but also a little bit wanting to laugh, half of it was itchy, and the other half was sudden.

Suddenly he became more courageous, Song Le thought about it and asked: "Your Majesty, do you like me..."

"Or, do you like me?"

It can be said to be very bold.

What if she misunderstood the Little Highness, and what if the Little Highness became angry and drove her out of the palace gate... Song Le's heart was pounding.

"What about you?" Luo Yi didn't answer, nor was he angry, but asked flatly.

"...I, I, of course I like it," Song Le stumbled, blushing violently in the dark.

"Well, then I can barely accept it."

In the end, I didn't expect that His Highness, the arrogant and stubborn bastard, would just "reluctantly accept" her confession of true feelings.