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

Is it etiquette?

What do you mean?

Song Le was stunned, because she raised her eyes upwards, her slender and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked at Ye Han who was suddenly pressing her down in bewilderment.

If someone else dared to treat her like this, she would have punched her in the face, but it was Ye Han.

The clear boy seemed to be non-aggressive, but it really made her feel a certain danger of restlessness.

Unexpected anger surged in Ye Han's heart, and his clear eyebrows and eyes were filled with unharmonious hostility, but he looked even more handsome and handsome.

After forcing himself to calm down for a while, he maintained the posture with his hands on her ears, leaned over and asked softly: "If it's a courtesy, then is it okay for me to treat you like this?"

"...Huh?" Song Le was startled.

How to treat her?

Pressing her like this?

What happened to him? Suddenly, Song Le's mind was in a mess, staring at him without blinking, unable to figure out what he wanted to express.

Those dazed peach blossom eyes were really real, as if they were tempting him to kiss, Ye Han pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, the wonderful feeling of taking advantage of others' danger came to his heart, he barely spoke before he spoke.

"Is it okay like this?" The voice was a little hoarse.

Leaning down, approaching little by little, when Kankan stopped, there was only half a knuckle between their lips, and they could feel each other's warmth with light breaths.

It was the first time that Song Le met those clear light brown pupils at such a close distance, and his heartbeat was a little out of balance for a while.

The surrounding air seemed to be boiling hot.

Uncontrollably, she turned her head away, stopped looking at him, raised her brows nervously and said, "Ye, Ye Han?"

The moment he glanced sideways, he missed the turbulent emotion in Ye Han's eyes that could no longer be suppressed.

Not long after, Ye Han withdrew, regained his innocence, sat back relaxed and lowered his eyes and said, "If someone wants to treat you like this, can you also treat it as a courtesy?"

Song Le sat up uncomfortably, and didn't know how to reply when he heard the words, so he finally said: "I can tell the difference."

"I don't want to see you being taken advantage of by others." You can only be taken advantage of by him.

Ye Han's tone was calm, as if a brother was worried about his sister. Song Le paused for a while, then nodded in understanding.

It turned out that he cared about her.

"It's okay, I can tell the difference, whoever dares to take advantage of me can't beat him to death."

Song Le was still haunted by the warm breath and the ambiguous distance between the two of them just now. In order to break this weird mood, she deliberately raised her volume.

yes.

Ye Han pursed his lips again.

The familiar patience comes up—he can't do anything yet, he's not qualified.

……

After changing into pajamas and washing up, Song Le discovered something dumbfounded.

"Ye Han, where's the bed in that small room?" Song Le was taken aback.

Hey, hey, she remembers that it wasn't the firewood house before that, right?

But she was wrong, Ye Han apologized: "Well, after the show is over, I put it away and reuse it for stacking firewood."

"Hmm." Song Le was at a loss.

Grandma is not used to sleeping with others, and her bed is too small to squeeze two people.

Then, there is only...

Ye Han took the lead and said gently and carefully: "You can sleep in my room."

"how about you?"

Ye Han raised his eyes and struggled in his heart. He really wanted to say that I just want to sleep with you, but the words turned into: "I'm laying the floor. It's not winter now, so it doesn't matter."

"Really?" Song Le hesitated, just about to say that's okay, when he saw a little spider crawling across the corner of the mud floor as if no one was there.

Speechless for a moment, then resolutely said softly: "...Farewell, you can sleep with me."