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

Song Le fell into a deep sleep and woke up, the injections had already been given.

He raised his left hand, which was free to move, and touched his forehead. The fever seemed to have almost subsided.

Jiang Lin had already left, and his right hand probably just had the needle drawn, and it was still a little numb. Song Le didn't get up in a hurry, and stared at the snow-white ceiling in a daze.

——She doesn't remember what she has experienced before. After coming to this plane, she will be influenced by the original persona unconsciously. She loves to learn and is introverted.

But her introverted and gentle personality also allowed her to see a soft world where everyone has their own kindness, gentleness, fun, and simplicity.

In such a slow world, she unconsciously wants to slow down and enjoy this small world with a sense of security. The tasks are actually... not too urgent.

Moreover, being a good person and being so cute won't obliterate her. Take your time, there will always be three bosom friends in a lifetime, right?

Study hard, work hard, be a good person...

Song Le blinked, her long eyelashes cast a shadow in front of her eyes, and the corners of her lips were relaxed and carefree.

However, the only variable is Jiang Lin - a person who doesn't know how to describe it.

At first I just felt cold, but then I suddenly became abnormal for some reason, but sometimes I feel...

Before Song Le could think of a suitable adjective, the curtain was lifted softly.

Turning his head to look over, he happened to meet Jiang Lin's gaze who was carrying something.

Song Le: "..."

No, aren't you leaving?

She tried her best to take back the happy smile that she had been slandering in her heart just now, but it was too late, and Jiang Lin had already seen it all -

After the redness on the cheeks of the little mute disappeared, it returned to its usual whiteness and tenderness. After a full sleep, his eyes were clear and bright, and the corners of his lovely lips were slightly raised, revealing two small dimples.

Giant cute.

Jiang Lin almost couldn't lift the porridge in his hand.

Pursing her lips, she paused on the spot for a while before walking over, pretending to be calm, looking at her and said: "The porridge is still hot, I don't know if you like sweet or salty, so I bought one each, you... ...Which one do you want to drink?"

After Song Le woke up, he was quite uncomfortable lying down and talking to him like this, and he didn't feel safe at all.

Sitting up slowly, she relieved the tension a little bit, but she was still stared at by the cold and fanatical contradictory eyes, Song Le: "..."

really!Still perverted!

She shook her head in refusal.

Jiang Lin could see that her mouth was saying: No, thank you.

Different from the soft "don't be afraid, thank you" before going to bed, this time it can be said to be polite, the little mute made it clear that he should keep a distance from him, and he didn't know what he was thinking just now. Also disappeared instantly.

That helpless tooth itching came up again.

Jiang Lin slowed down, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, "Don't you like porridge?"

Song Le just wanted to go along with the flow and say yes, he doesn't like it, but when he smelled the tempting aroma of the porridge, his stomach started to growl, and he couldn't persuade him after another.

——Obviously, she hasn't eaten anything since waking up to now, and it's her limit to be able to last until now, and her stomach is declared dead.

Jiang Lin watched the little mute lower his head in embarrassment, couldn't help laughing, a crack appeared in the coldness, but it disappeared quickly, and said seriously: "I didn't hear anything."

"..." It's not believable at all, okay?

This weird feeling is the same as being caught farting.

Song Le originally planned to get away with it, but now he was picked out by Wuyin 300 taels, feeling ashamed and indignant.

Jiang Lin had a smile in his eyes, taking this opportunity, brought out the hot bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, handed it to her, and asked, "Do you want me to feed you, or you drink it yourself?"