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

…Recently, when I learned to weave a scarf, I got a lot of wounds on my hands, but when I thought of giving it to you, I was very happy to stick to it.

There are only two days before the New Year's Eve. I want to wish you a happy new year and happy every day.I want to... ask you one more thing.

If possible, can you wear that pure white scarf on the snowy day?

In my heart, you are the purest and cutest, and I would like to see you wearing the scarf I knitted even in my dreams.

I still like you so much today, you don’t know how much I like you, I will say good night to you every night, but I will dream of you soon, and I can’t help bullying you in my dreams.

I'm sorry, I know it's wrong to fantasize about you without your permission, and think about things you can't do well...but I can't help it.

……

Song Le pursed her lips tightly, her heart was beating fast, she was a little angry, at a loss, and also a little uneasy and apprehensive.

The beautiful pen writing is still the same, and the fragrance of the ink is getting stronger. When I like two characters, there are more places to connect the pen, bringing out some familiarity and intensity, and it is still the anonymous person.

After she got used to a carton of milk every day, caring greetings and confession from time to time, now, she was given a scarf...or did he knit it himself?

Moreover, how, how is not the same as she imagined.

Shouldn't it gradually cool down?

But why does it seem to be getting more and more perverted now... Song Le's ears felt a little hot from the unabashed and straightforward words on the paper.

Jiang Lin beside him had already sat down indifferently, and took out a book to read. Song Le had read it by accident, and it was a physics problem that she didn't quite understand.

I don't know why, the iceberg-like temperature around him and the frenzy coming from the note formed two great contrasts, which made Song Le a little confused.

She lay prone on the table, buried her face in her arms, calmed down in a daze.

Jiang Lin's slender fingers pressed the spine of the book and parted the pages, but his mind was on the little mute who was less than half a meter away from him.

Pressing his thin lips tightly, Jiang Linmian endured expressionlessly.

The little mute curled up in a ball at a loss is so cute, his little ears are so red, so innocent.

She couldn't help but start to fantasize that if the little mute was his, he would hold her in his arms and kiss her every day until her whole body was flushed... Thinking of her pitiful appearance in the dream where she was bullied by him until her peach blossom eyes were wet.

Jiang Lin shut the book abruptly.

Song Le, who was lying on his stomach, was startled a little.

Jiang Lin had no expression on his face, and felt that the little mute moved a little closer to the wall again, wondering why he owed his hand.

But it doesn't matter, he will move over without a trace, and the corners of Jiang Lin's lips twitched imperceptibly.

A morning passed.

When Mo Yuanyuan took her to dinner at noon, seeing her expression, he couldn't help asking with concern: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Jiang Lin, who was walking in front, didn't look back, but paused before continuing.

Song Le didn't know, looked at Mo Yuanyuan and shook his head.

That anonymous pervert...don't know what to say to others.

Moreover, she suddenly remembered that in front of this person, it would be a bit dangerous to be a good person. Is it referring to this pervert?

Song Le was distracted all the way, finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.

For most people, the two-day monthly leave is fleeting.But for Jiang Lin who was crazy to see his little mute, it was a great torment.

Can only rely on the only one photo to survive.

From then on, Jiang Lin decided to find an opportunity to secretly take a few...dozens of photos.

Then, after two days of vacation, he saw the reply from the little mute.