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

Since then, Song Le has had no peace even during the winter vacation, and has been haunted by Jiang Lin, a pervert every day, and he can't refuse no matter how much he refuses.

But what followed was a gradually forced habit.

As a result, facing Jiang Lin now, she no longer had the fear she used to have before, only full of... disgust!

——Jiang Lin, can you stop for a few days...?

The nominated person stared at the accusation on the notebook, licked his lips, and said flatly, "No."

Then he reached out to hold her hand wearing a plush rabbit glove, and squeezed it, feeling very happy.

Although the physiological needs are getting stronger and the desire dissatisfaction is getting worse day by day, a certain perverted psychology has been satisfied in the happiness of being able to touch the little dumb every day.

"School is about to start."

On this day, Jiang Lin sat on the bed in Song Le's small room and said.

Her room is clean and simple, the sheets are also spotless white, the small desk is organized, there are textbooks and test papers in different categories, um... and the pot of succulents he gave.

Jiang Lin didn't show it on the surface, but he was sweet in his heart.

Song Le sat at the desk, gave him a white look, and then continued to look down at the book.

"Have you finished your homework?" Jiang Lin asked without feeling that talking to himself was boring.

Song Le thought for a while and wrote: It's almost finished.

"What's left?"

Some physics questions.

There are some over-the-top questions on the winter vacation homework, and she needs to think again.

Jiang Lin looked at the five words, paused, then pursed his lips suddenly, blinked and said, "I also don't know how to read some reading questions, do you want to write them together?" Let's help each other.

don't want.Song Le shook his head quickly.

"..." The rejection was really decisive.

As expected of his little mute!

Jiang Lin choked, but the next day he still brazenly brought homework to write with her, and by the way asked all the questions he didn't know.

Song Le was terribly annoyed by him, blushing and glaring ferociously all day long.

Jiang Lin couldn't help stretching out his devil's claws, rubbed her head lightly, and said sickly again: "...how can I like you so much?"

Song Le tensed unconsciously, holding back: "..." What do you like about me, I'll change it, I won't keep any of it.

Noisy and noisy, just passed a winter vacation.

Song Le was already numb to Jiang's perverted touching and rubbing, and didn't bother to get angry anymore. When he was being rubbed, he didn't even want to look at him.

New Year's Eve, school starts.

Putting in intense study again, the climate is getting warmer day by day, the season has entered the hot summer from early spring, and the college entrance examination is approaching day by day.

The two had been sitting at the same table, and Jiang Lin's language was slowly improving at a snail's pace, but he was always overwhelmed.

Those who were oppressed were unmoved, and expressed their joy in their hearts.

Moreover, Jiang Lin started to act again recently, and after forcibly accompanying Song Le to the hospital for a reexamination, the doctor said that the vocal cords were recovering well, and it might take less than a year for him to be able to speak, so Jiang Lin was silent, a little excited.

After the confession, I always add a crazy sentence: "I really want to hear your voice."

Is it as soft and soft as the little mute? In fact, it doesn't matter, but Jiang Lin is a little looking forward to it, and there is one more thing in his mind every day--I want to hear the little mute call his name!call brother!Call……!

Soon, it came to the day that Jiang Lin had secretly planned for a long time—her birthday was also asked from Yu Yan.

The little mute's 17th birthday is exciting to think about. Jiang Linjun has no expression on his face, and seems to be listening to Teacher Lin's lecture with concentration, but he is actually rehearsing the steps of his fantasy out of control in his mind.