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

It was obviously a simple question, but for some reason, when it entered Song Le's mind, it was like a sponge, far and near.

Ye Han saw that her eyes were confused, and there was a thin red mist around Peach Blossom's eyes, only then did he realize that she was drunk.

A few traces of the aroma of wine were brought out between breaths, causing Ye's long eyelashes like jackdaw feathers to drop slightly, and his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling up and down for a while.

Then he restrained himself and closed the door of the apartment, put his hands on her waist, feeling the soft warmth coming from under his fingertips, Ye Han helped her into the bedroom.

After a long silence, he spoke again, the youthful voice of the youth was already slightly hoarse.

"How are you?" Carefully putting her on the bed, Ye Han stared at her dull blushing eyes without blinking.

Song Le propped his hands lazily behind his back, his eyes were half-closed in sleepiness, his brain was a bit froze at the moment, it was difficult to process what he heard, and he looked at him blankly when he heard this.

Ye Han's eyelashes trembled when he met such unguarded and casual eyes, and throbbed again when he was hooked.

He remembered that she said that when she was drunk, she would not remember what happened.

She said that once she woke up with a hangover, her waist was sore and her back hurt, but she asked her friends to find out that someone tried to take advantage of her when she was drunk, and she was sent to the hospital in a rage, and then forgot about it Two clean.

Now, will she beat him?

Ye Han's gaze gradually moved down, and finally stopped on her moist and bright red lips. The slightly pouty lower lip was so tender that it seemed that even a slight bite would leave marks.

No one touched it, and she said so.

She is obsessed with cleanliness, she is annoyed by almost everyone except that Shan Jingjing, and has a bad temper.

This kind of differential treatment, even if it was only her good friend, he couldn't help being jealous, almost crazily jealous.

"Why are you staring at me?" Suddenly, she said lazily.

The loose and powerless eyes fell on his face, the voice was neither happy nor angry, and a little tired and inexplicable, as if he didn't know him anymore.

Just as Ye Han was torn between being beaten or being patient, he met her strange eyes when he tilted his head, and was a little dazed for a moment.

"You're drunk." His voice was soft and cautious, but his body was getting hotter.

Song Le Mingming heard someone talking, but couldn't hear or understand what he was saying, but after seeing that handsome and bewildered face clearly, he wanted to laugh a bit.

This guy looks familiar...

who is coming?

"Who are you?" He asked lazily.

Ye Han was taken aback for a moment, then slowly frowned and said, "You're drunk, don't you remember who I am?"

As usual, Song Le didn't understand what he was saying, and felt drowsy. In a haze, he felt that this man was a little more handsome, especially the raised sword eyebrows, which made the originally bewildered young man a little more unhappy strong.

Inexplicably makes the heart beat faster.

Song Le suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and regardless of what he said, he stretched out his hand and pulled him directly: "You are so pretty."

Ye Han was so confused by her unexpected reactions that he didn't know how to deal with it, so he was pulled over like this and accidentally pressed her on the bed.

Song Le was drunk and couldn't control his strength. He didn't expect this to happen, but soon, his nerves, which were becoming more and more sluggish due to alcohol paralysis, easily accepted this situation.

Blinking and smiling with blushing cheeks as gorgeous as peaches and plums, he said lazily, "Who the hell are you? Why are you so good-looking?"

Ye Han propped his hands beside her, already tense, but hearing this, even the roots of his ears turned red.