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

Hey, hey, is it her illusion?

How do you feel... The boss tonight is a little gentle suddenly.

Song Le was wrapped in his arms in a daze, thinking with her lips pursed at a loss.

So the place where the medicine was applied was not only the wrist, but also the ankle. Song Le watched the wound heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart the magic of the herb here.

After applying the medicine, Song Le took small bites of the refreshing fruit.

She was both excited and embarrassed at the thought of leaving here soon.

But when she got there, she couldn't protect the boss.

A boss with such a strong desire to control, his hands and feet are tied to the operating table and he can't struggle, and he has to suffer so many injections and intubations...

Thinking of this, Song Le's excitement faded again.

I am sorry.

Gathering up his courage, Song Le sat up on his knees, pursed his lips guiltily, and wanted to reach out to hug him.

But he blinked slowly, his expression was indifferent, and his hand slightly pressed her lower back, causing her to fall into his arms uncontrollably.

"Well—" Song Le's center of gravity was unsteady, his eyes widened, and he was hugged tightly by him.

The feeling of being held tightly by the imbalance is amazing.

Song Le wrapped his arms around his neck in shock, forgot to blink his eyes for a moment, before he breathed a sigh of relief, he froze suddenly.

Unexpectedly, his cool hand stretched in from the hem of the shirt, and took off the underpants made of animal skin.

Song Le hummed in shame, frowned, and subconsciously wanted to push him away.

But the boy whispered in her ear: "Don't move."

Song Le turned a deaf ear to him, and still pressed against his shoulder to push him away, but in the end, the posture of throwing himself into his arms was easily held down.

"!"

It was pierced suddenly, and the slightly cool slender fingers felt particularly clear to the touch.

Song Le blushed instantly, unable to finish her sentence:

"Don't...don't move..."

However, the boss's expression was still calm, as if he was doing something bad, as if he was eating, drinking, and breathing.

After a while, Song Le could only bite his fingertips as hard as he could, sobbing with tears in his face flushed.

……

But this time, from the beginning to the end, the boy didn't do much action, although his desire was vigorous.

After she collapsed into his arms, she adjusted her holding position.

The black eyes as deep as the night stared at the blurred and flushed face on her face for a moment, and the hand was held so softly and unconsciously that the boy kissed it in a daze.

……

The attitude of the boss seems to be improving recently.

The next day.

Seeing the familiar rope, Song Le's drowsiness disappeared, and he didn't bother to rub his eyes, and immediately cast him a nervous look of resistance.

Unexpectedly, the boss frowned and thought about it for a while, and then he really let go.

Song Le was stunned - she wasn't dreaming, was she?

I secretly grabbed myself, no.

But you still have to go out for a walk during the day and look for food.

At first Song Le followed him at a distance of two or three steps, but every time he walked, he would frown and tilt his head, casting an impatient glance at her.

"...Huh?" She didn't fail to keep up.

But soon, Song Le understood what he really meant.

Because the boy stopped in his tracks, turned around suddenly, and walked towards her, holding her wrist indifferently, tightly.

Song Le groaned, blinked blankly, puffed up her cheeks and thought about it, inexplicably wanting to laugh.

Could it be that the boss is worried about her sneaking away?

If this is the case, then he is not so omnipotent and fearless.

With such speculation in mind, Song Le cheered himself up, tried his best to get out of his hand calmly, faced the big brother's sudden cold gaze, and gently took his cool hand.