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

Jiang Lin carefully opened her well-preserved book. The notes on it were neat and clear, and every stroke was delicate and beautiful, which was pleasing to the eye.

Even the mood of copying has calmed down.

——The little mute has such a powerful ability, which can easily make him feel high at times and feel peaceful at other times.

As he copied it, Jiang Lin suddenly thought that Christmas Eve and Christmas would be around in a dozen days.

He remembered that he was going to eat apples that day, right?

But just giving apples, Jiang Lin felt that it was not enough...

When taking a nap at noon, Jiang Lin pursed his lips, leaned on the table, facing her, his Adam's apple rolled, and mustered up the courage to lightly poke the little mute's elbow.

Every day at noon, Song Le would read a book for half an hour, and then sleep for half an hour.

At this time, she just faced the wall and closed her eyes, and was about to fall asleep, when she was clicked. She frowned, puffed her cheeks, slowly turned her head, lay on his side, half-opened her eyes, and looked at him in confusion. he.

Jiang Lin had a glassy heart, and thought she would be ignored by the little mute, but caught off guard and met her sleepy and confused eyes, clear eyes with long eyelashes slightly drawn, misty, as if asking what's wrong.

"...Do you like succulent meat?" Jiang Lin was hit by a red heart, pressed his lips tightly, moved the chair slightly, and asked with a trembling voice.

Song Le was on the verge of falling asleep at the moment, Jiang Lin's handsome and cold face came into view, and his exquisite eyebrows and eyes could easily make people dazzled. Song Le, who could fall asleep in minutes, didn't have the energy to think about why he was so asked, closing his eyes, and nodded honestly.

She recently wanted to go to the flower and bird market to buy a small pot of green plants and put them on the desk in the dormitory.

When brushing questions and drawing pictures, if you look up and see a small pot of plants, you will be in a good mood.

……

Jiang Lin saw that she finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep. The long and slender black eyelashes were drawn down, obediently casting a small fan-shaped shadow on the eyelids, and her pink lips were slightly pursed, making her white and tender even more lovely.

Jiang Lin's whole heart is soft, the little mute is simply the cutest in the world, so cute that he wants to kiss sixty times a minute!

However, the cruel fact is that he actually didn't even get a kiss.

"……"Ugh.

Jiang Lin sighed silently, but his heart beat faster because of the little dumb nod just now, and the corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably.

The decision in my heart gradually took shape.

……

Day by day, as the temperature gradually drops, the weather forecast has changed from strong wind, light rain, sleet, and light snow to heavy snow step by step.

Morning jogging has been cancelled, and morning reading is about to start every day before dawn.

Jiang Lin was wearing a black down jacket and a baggy school uniform, but he was still handsome and elegant. He was wearing a black mask and a brown scarf to neutralize the cold intimidation.

Lin Rui wished to live and die with the quilt as soon as winter came. After being dug out of the quilt alive, he would be like a frosted eggplant.

From head to toe, hats, masks, scarves and gloves, except for a pair of eyes, there is no other place that is in close contact with the cold air.

As soon as he walked into the classroom door, Jiang Lin subconsciously looked to the side of his seat.

After seeing a small figure from behind, his mood brightened suddenly, and he went straight to his seat.

The fast pace gradually slowed down when he was about to reach, Jiang Lin sat down, pursed his lips and looked to the side.

The little mute wore a simple ponytail and was wrapped in a gray padded jacket in his school uniform. His usually white and soft cheeks were now glowing red, and the tip of his nose was also red. He lay on the table with half-closed eyes, looking uncomfortable.