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

In the next few days, Feng Xi seemed to be busy and stopped pestering her all the time.

For most of the day, Song Le could only move about in this luxurious room. I don't know if Feng Xi did it on purpose. The length of the anklet was just the distance from the bed to the door of the room.

Fortunately, every hour or two, Feng Xi would come over, untie her, and let her out like a watchdog.

She really didn't understand what Feng Xi was trying to do.

Revenge... It's not like, who's revenge is to lock people in the room and serve them nicely?

Song Le sat leaning against the table, with his face half turned sideways, flipping through the book in his hand absently, and couldn't help but think of the mornings when he was forced to wash up in the past few days.

The temple hurts uncontrollably again——

She was sitting by the bed, Feng Xi knelt on both sides of her body, holding a clean towel in his hand, he insisted on wiping it for her. He couldn't hide, and he was ignored if he refused. colder than her.

But once he had no choice but to cooperate, the beautiful young man couldn't help but raise his lips, his eyes smiled like a noble and proud but very happy cat, and he cleaned her up patiently and meticulously.

Under Xi's meager sunshine, there seemed to be endless tenderness in those blood-red eyes.

"Master, be good." The soft and pleasant voice sounded like an auditory hallucination again.

Thinking of this, Song Le's face became inexplicably hot, he closed the book abruptly, and took a sip of tea to calm his shock.

Feng Xi is really... so strange.

Song Le patted his embarrassing face, and pressed his temples again. Some things, it's better not to think too deeply. If you think too much, if you think deeply, it will be engraved in your heart. You can't let it go. To yourself, to others, It's all an injury.

Just as he was repeating intermittent and messy thoughts in his mind, Song Le heard the sound of opening the door from the outer hall.

Looking around, Song Le was slightly startled when he saw the person coming. He was an acquaintance, but not the familiar Feng Xi.

The man was in the shape of a boy stepping into a youth, and there was a terrifying evil in his eyes, and the most conspicuous thing was the bluish-black word "dirty" on his forehead, which met her eyes, and after walking in, He grinned, his blood-colored pupils were extremely cold, and a circle smaller than the average person's, showing no kindness at all.

Song Le was not very calm, but the long-term performance still made her subconsciously put on a calm and calm posture, her figure did not move, her face did not change, and her eyes revealed a hint of scrutiny.

Seeing this, Chu Jiangming laughed, "Master Song is still acting so hypocritical, I really admire him."

Song Le pursed her lips, ignoring his sarcasm, silently waiting for his next words.

"Tsk, I really don't know what ecstasy soup you poured into that guy Feng Xi, it's worth letting him treat you like this." Chu Jiangming snorted lightly, looking her in the eye with disdain, and said bluntly.

Song Le never answered the question, but there was another question in his mind, what did Feng Xi do to her?

Along with this question, there is also the mandatory routine of sealing the seal every day.

Every day, she is forced to groom her, to feed her for meals, to hug her tightly when she rests, and whenever she has time, she must stare at her with inexplicable and silent eyes. It's cloudy and sunny. One second, she is happy like eating sugar, and the next second, her face changes instantly, and she leans over for a kiss and hug as if she is suffering from skin hunger...

Wait, looking back on it like this, Song Le is a little hard to say, why did he feel a strange, ambiguous feeling that seemed a bit inexplicable?