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

Song Le opened his eyes wide in astonishment, his heart was beating desperately, and he was so angry that he couldn't regain his senses.

Still a little bit aggrieved - she put herself in because of such a small liking?

Her breathing was still disordered, her mind was in a mess, her cheeks bulged slightly, and she silently glared at him angrily. This pervert Jiang Lin must have done it on purpose!

But after staring for three seconds, he heard him patiently say again: "I'm sorry."

Then he was caught off guard and kissed again.

"..."

Jiang Lin looked at her unresponsively embarrassed and stupefied eyes, couldn't help but leaned over and hugged her, and said in his ear, "I seem to have heard a little bit of your voice just now, it's so cute, I really want to hear more."

So cute that he could hardly resist the urge to make more of that sound from her.

The obsession could no longer be concealed in the voice that tried to regain its coolness.

When he finally returned to the dormitory, Song Le was top-heavy.

She originally thought that Jiang Lin was just a little crazy in his words, but now, she felt that this was just the tip of the iceberg.

Standing in front of the mirror, Song Le frowned and stared at her slightly red and swollen lips, inexplicably recalling the passionate kiss just now.

Then...it became red with no promise.

Like steamed buns just out of the oven, they are warm.

……

The next day, he was called downstairs again, and this time Song Le stood 800 meters away from him in great difficulty.

Jiang Lin pursed his lips as he looked at the little mute who was hesitantly standing five meters away, refusing to take a step closer.

"Don't be afraid of me." He walked over a few steps, hugged the person who wanted to run away, and said softly.

Song Le is uneasy and embarrassed, she, she thinks it is better to proceed step by step.

No, no, no, I think it against my conscience... It's better not to have anything to do with it QAQ

Trying to push him away, Song Le made mouth shapes and gestures again, trying desperately to express: Can we establish a healthy and upward relationship.

Instead of now, when you're underage, start... hmm.

Jiang Linzai looked at her carefully, and when he finally understood, his eyes were obedient, and he nodded, "Okay."

"Before you, I wouldn't go too far." Jiang Lin said with a low and magnetic voice lingering in his ears.

Song Le was dumbfounded: "..."

Why do I always feel that what Jiang Lin understands seems to be different from what she understands?

And, Passover?Jiang Lin's definition of Chaoyue must be different from hers!

Otherwise, how could it be... Song Le was caught in her earlobe suddenly, and her whole body would silently blow out and tense up. Even though her whole body was dark, no one would pass by at all, but just the light breeze of the night wind made her terrified Trembling.

Unceasingly pushing and rejecting Jiang Lin, Song Le wanted to cry but had no tears.

——Why is she so stupid, knowing that Jiang Lin's promises in a certain aspect are like farting, but she bumps into it again and again.

Speechless, unable to push away, Song Le's sensitive earlobe was warmly held in his mouth, the tip of his tongue fiddled with it, sucking lightly and sometimes hard, half of his body became soft, his cheeks were flushed, and finally pinched him cruelly a handful.

Jiang Lin let her go gently, not because he was afraid of pain, but because he was afraid that the little mute would be frightened if he went too far.

But Song Le was already frightened. After being dull and confused for a while, he stomped on him heavily, and then fled back to the dormitory.

It can be said that it is so cute that it will overflow! !

Jiang Lin pursed his lips tightly, his eyes burning hot.

However, what he wants to do is so much more than this that he doesn't know where to go.

Jiang Lin stared at her disappearing back, lowered his eyes patiently, and licked his lips.

Time is fleeting--

Soon to the last monthly exam.

After the monthly exam, the movie was still playing. The classroom was pitch black, only the light reflected by the projector on the screen.

After Jiang Lin looked at it for a while, he became restless and reached out to hold the little mute's hand.

Song Le was watching intently, when suddenly her hand was held again, and her delicate long fingers squeezed her palm.

Song Le was afraid of tickle, frowned, and withdrew her hands, this time it was different from usual, she pulled out her hands after a little struggle.

Eh?

Song Le was rejoicing, but suddenly his whole body froze, his expression was tense, and his lips were pursed tightly.