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

Boarding students in key provincial high schools are given monthly leave, and they can only go home two days a month.

There is one day every week that you can freely move around on campus, whether you are studying, playing ball, or sleeping.

But often on this day, many students will choose to go to the library in the school and study for a whole day.

Apart from borrowing books, Jiang Lin rarely came here.

——Because there are so many people and the air is turbid, he is very disgusted.

But at this moment, somehow, he appeared here.

Walking past the rows of log bookshelves, and sweeping across the empty library, his heart was pounding, and he didn't know what to expect.

Finally, I came to the last row of bookshelves and looked into it.

Jiang Lin unexpectedly saw the little mute who was standing on tiptoe trying to get a book.

The loose black and white school uniform, the shoe size is too small, trying to stand on tiptoe on the heel, holding the bookshelf lightly with one hand, trying to get up a composition material with the other hand.

little man.

Seeing how she couldn't reach her, Jiang Lin couldn't help but sneered from the bottom of his heart.

But the foot walked over honestly, easily reached out and took it off, and asked in a low voice, almost imperceptibly: "Is this it?"

The little mute raised his eyes, his clear eyes were blank, but when he saw the book he handed over, he understood slightly, and quickly took it with both hands, tremblingly, wanting to thank him, but he couldn't speak, and the sketchbook was not at hand.

"You're welcome." Jiang Lin saw the gratitude in her eyes, and subconsciously said softly.

Just a little effort.

Well, it's literally a piece of cake.

But after the little mute was grateful, he returned to the look of the little quail who was afraid of him, buried his head, and turned to leave from the other side of the bookshelf.

Jiang Lin instinctively didn't want her to leave like this, so he couldn't help calling her, "Hello."

The little mute was stopped, turned around, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Are you afraid of me?" Because there was no one else, Jiang Lin didn't control the volume.

He walked over step by step, the little mute pursed his lips and looked at him incomprehensibly, his appearance was very innocent and deceitful.

"Why are you afraid of me?"

Jiang Lin stared at her soft white cheeks, his hands itchy.

It's strange, obviously thin and small, but the white and tender face looks easy to pinch.

The little mute finally understood this time, because of his approach, he pursed his lips and took a step back, shook his head, mouthing 'no'.

Pink lips are also small.

so cute.

Jiang Lin's mouth was parched, and he couldn't help but get closer and closer to her, and easily hugged her, ignoring her struggles, and carried her to the window sill, and put her on it, just at the height where he could meet his eyes.

"Don't be afraid of me, I like you the most." Jiang Lin stretched out his hand uncontrollably, pinched her soft chin, stared at her panicked expression, leaned over and kissed her lips, blushing The ground is one touch away.

Taking advantage of her inability to speak, she bullied people back and forth.

From kissing and then blushing away, gradually to apprehensively holding her small face, pressing her thumb on her jaw, sticking out her tongue against her forced slightly parted lips, poking in to find her tongue...

The little mute kept resisting him with both hands, but under his forced movements, it was of no avail.

When he was a little satisfied and withdrew, he found that she was about to cry.

Immediately... I feel distressed and heartbroken.

However, before he could open his mouth to apologize, a piercing voice exploded.

—It's the alarm clock.

The tidy room was illuminated by the faint morning light, Jiang Lin closed his eyes tightly, pursed his lips tightly, his consciousness was awake as early as the moment the alarm clock rang.

His face was hot, the roots of his ears were hot, and somewhere bulging, Jiang Lin stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, he was as quiet as a chicken, and even thought a little bit.

Self-reflection: Jiang Lin you fucking!Infected by that idiot Lin Rui?