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

However, with only a few minutes before class, Jiang Lin didn't wait for her to find him.

This little dumb...

Jiang Lin sighed, picked up the full water glass and got up.

Sure enough, from the corner of his eye, he saw that the little mute immediately looked up from the book as soon as he got up.

Teeth itching——

Song Le originally thought that he would endure a class, but Jiang Lin got up again.

He hurriedly wanted to go out, but he was still standing in the gap between Jiang Lin's seats, when he saw Jiang Lin who hadn't walked a few steps turned back.

Standing there blankly, waiting for him to bend over to take something from the drawer, neither in nor out.

Jiang Lin glanced at her helpless hand with fingers crossed on the hem of the school uniform, and pursed her lips almost imperceptibly.

After finally solving the three urgent problems, Song Le stood anxiously by the table, waiting for him to get up and let her in.

Looking at Jiang Lin's indifferent profile, Song Le felt deeply embarrassed after sitting down.

It was really troublesome to go back and forth, and I don't know if Jiang Lin will be impatient.

She should go out when he is not around in the future...

Relatively silent, it was evening self-study again.

Jiang Lin watched her being called to play backgammon by the front table after class, a slight smile appeared on her fair face, and she was silently heartbroken.

Why is the little mute so reserved and afraid only when facing him?

Could he eat people? !

In the first two quarters of evening self-study, both of them were doing their homework. Chinese was a test paper, and Jiang Lin kept it until the end.

When get out of class was over, he called her quickly and calmly, then took the Chinese test paper and asked uncomfortably, "Excuse me... can you tell me how to do these questions?"

Song Le was stunned, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

Facing her blank and clear eyes, Jiang Lin's heart was endlessly moved, and at the same time, he was also accompanied by a trace of guilt.

——Of course he will do it, but he can only pretend not to understand!

Watching the little mute react for a few seconds, he nodded, pursed his lips stiffly, looked at the roll, and quickly handed the test paper to her desk.

The slender fingers with well-defined joints pointed and said slowly: "This is here, the first and third questions..."

Taking advantage of the trend, he moved the chair a little further.

Song Le didn't realize his movement, and only thought that he turned his body a little bit to make it easier to read the questions.

She looked at the questions, one was about pronunciation and shape, and the other was about correcting wrong sentences.

After only reading it once, I used a pencil to write out the typos and pronunciations of each option in the sketchbook, and then marked the correct answer, as did the correction of the wrong sentence.

The handwriting was delicate and well-behaved. Jiang Lin's eyes followed her white and tender hands, and he couldn't help licking his lips. The gesture of holding the pen was also very cute.

After Song Le finished writing, he raised his eyes and handed him the notebook together with the test paper.

The long eyelashes seemed to be fanning over his heart, and the pure and innocent eyes made Jiang Lin's heart thump, and he said thank you softly.

Song Le pursed her lips, shook her head, blinked her eyes, and said no thanks.

I don't know that the people around me are enduring.

……

That night.

Jiang Lin had another dream.

In the dream, kisses and hugs are already indispensable, but it's just a step further, but it's gone.

In Jiang Lin's heart, the little mute was so pure that he couldn't bear to profane in his dream.

Now, after the scorching dusk, in the empty and quiet classroom, she leaned against the back of the door, put one hand beside her head, and lifted her chin with the other hand to suck kisses carefully, the little mute closed her eyes tightly, The cheeks are flushed, the lips are slightly parted, moist and pink|tender, and the breathing is messy.

The little hand grabbed the corner of his clothes, as shy as ever.

In the end, both of them blushed, their tongues were numb from sucking, Jiang Lin let her go, met those wet peach blossom eyes, and said in a low hoarse voice: "When you can talk, call me brother .”

"Call, Brother Jiang Lin, do you know?" His slender fingers brushed away the broken hair around her ears, revealing her small red ears, and rubbed them back and forth.