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

Song Le was embarrassed, as low as a mosquito said: "Don't... touch."

The kiss was okay, after the shock last time, I got used to it a lot this time.

But kissing and touching, Song Le... a bit overwhelmed.

Against the warm yellow bedside light, Ye Han could vaguely discern her blush cheeks, and stroked her cheeks, it was really hot.

"It's okay, I know how to measure."

With one hand, Ye Han gently supported the back of her head, and with the other hand, he brushed away the messy long hair around her ear.

The wet and hot lips bit her earlobe for a while, before she let go and asked: "It's been so many days, I miss you very much, don't you miss me?"

The scorching breath sprayed on the sensitive auricles, Song Le couldn't help shaking, and said awkwardly: "I want to, how could I not want to."

When he said this, Ye Han kept staring into her eyes, which were full of casualness and concern, but...for him, it was very little.

"...Liar," Ye Han said in a low voice, "You don't miss me enough."

After hearing this, Song Le felt dazed, blinked, and was about to ask why he said that when he blocked his lips again unexpectedly.

This time, Song Le couldn't help squinting his eyes because of the menacing attack, and a faint murmur sounded intermittently in his throat, but he trusted him so that Song Le didn't stretch out his hands to resist or turn his head.

but……

Gradually, Ye Han was no longer satisfied with kissing, he wanted more, wanted to possess this person more deeply.

He even wanted to dig out her heart and brand his name on it.

With her eyes closed, before Song Le knew it, Ye Han had already undid the buttons of her pajamas one by one, and the underlining of the pajamas was slightly opened, revealing a small and cute belly button, with creamy skin, exposed under the soft light.

The heating was turned on in the apartment, and it wasn't cold. Song Le clearly felt the sensitive touch of the slender fingers lingering on her waist, and her body was getting hotter and hotter.

When Ye Han lowered his body and opened his lips to kiss her navel, Song Le's chaotic brain was soaked in hot water, and suddenly he woke up for a moment, curling up his body like a boiled shrimp.

"Ye Han..." His voice was so weak that it was unbearable, and he unconsciously put his hands on his head, trying to escape from this pressing predicament.

"It's so clean, and so cute." Ye Han lowered his eyes, his hoarse voice concealed an imperceptible obsession, after staring at the small navel for a while, he couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue, and licked it in with his lips.

"Woo." Song Le bit her lip suddenly.

The brain, which has difficulty thinking due to lack of oxygen, feels that such a move is too difficult to bear.

But as soon as his hands reached up, he held his wrists and pressed them to his side.

It's almost crazy.

……

After a while, Song Le lay curled up on the bed, his whole mind was in a mess.

Seeing Ye Han hugging her tightly, his eyes burning and careful, his lips pursed as if he was afraid of being scolded, immediately weakened her arrogance.

It seems that there is nothing to scold.

Song Le sighed a little, and after a long delay, he raised his hand to grab his ear and said angrily, "Where did you learn this?"

This seemed a little different from the simple Ye Han in her impression.

Song Le pursed her lips, puzzled and surprised, her heart was still beating violently.

But he heard him say in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't help but want to get closer to you."

The frankness made Song Le's eyes wide open, speechless.

"I'm only like this to you, and..." Ye Han said in a low voice with confusion, "Besides, every time I touch you, I feel very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable."

Song Le raised his eyes, he didn't quite understand what he said for a while, and when he was about to ask, he gently pulled his hand and put it on a hot spot.