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

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There was a mess in the trash can, red and white on the messy sheets.

Ye Han carefully put the sleeping person wrapped in a bathrobe on the sofa after just taking a bath.

The slender fingers that were still stained with water droplets stroked the messy hair around her ears, Ye Han couldn't help squatting down, his smiling eyes were crooked, as if soaked in tenderness and cherishment.

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Song Le opened his eyes amidst the lingering aroma of warm porridge.

The sheets under her body were clean and smooth, and there was a fragrance of bath liquid on her body. If she hadn't been limp when she moved, Song Le would have thought that the intermittent fragments in her memory were dreams.

"Wake up." Ye Han met her sleepy eyes and said softly.

Then he helped her up and handed over a bowl of fragrant and soft porridge, which was still steaming.

If Song Le's temper was a little more serious, he would have thrown the porridge in his face.

But for Ye Han, she has always liked, indulged, and special, so now, even if her waist is still aching and limp...

She just glanced at him complicatedly, and stretched out her hand silently.

But his hands were also very soft, and in the end Ye Han fed her spoonful by spoonful with a happy smile on his face.

After drinking, Song Le felt that his strength barely recovered, and let him wipe the corners of his mouth gently.

"Thank you, you can get out of my house now." Song Le said calmly without raising her eyes.

The hand holding the paper towel to wipe her suddenly stopped.

Ye Han expected that she would be angry, but he didn't expect that she would be so angry that she would just tell him to get out.

Even the silent connivance just now gave him a trace of unknowing ecstasy.

Then it was instantly doused with icy water, chilling to the bone.

There is no difference on the face, and the movements are still careful and gentle, but the heart seems to be grabbed by a sharp hand, pinching back and forth.

Ye Han kept the bowl away without saying a word, pretending he didn't hear anything.

Now she has no strength to resist.

But in the end, he still felt uncomfortable bit by bit, Ye Han pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and silently washed the dishes.

In the room, Song Le was lying on the bed in a complicated mood, his head was still dizzy, his whole body seemed to be not his own, awkward and powerless.

She still didn't understand why Ye Han suddenly became like this.

Is it because of her nature, she is too well disguised, or... or something, Song Le can't think of it.

When the eyelids started to fight, Song Lecai suddenly realized that he was weak.

The present can still be said to be fatigue after the event, but what about before?

Before……

There was a faint guess in his heart, Song Le clenched his teeth, and his face was a little bad.

If it were someone else, she would definitely be beaten to death, kicked so that she would never be humane again, it would be better to beat her to death, but Ye Han...Ye Han.

"Does it still hurt?"

Just when I thought of this person, when it was complicated and unspeakable, I suddenly heard a concerned question from beside me.

Song Le was a little dazed, then frowned, rolled over the quilt, and said in a low voice: "Get lost."

disgust.is disgust.

Ye Han was stunned for a moment, and a surge of fear and uneasiness seized him. He uncontrollably turned her over, pinned her knees, and grabbed her wrists and pressed them hard against the bed.

Asked: "Do you hate me?"

There was unknowing panic in the voice.

He is too possessive, he either completely likes it or completely hates him, but now, she only dislikes him a little bit, and he feels so uncomfortable that he can't breathe.

Song Le, who heard his question, felt even more complicated, angry and funny, and even couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Otherwise? You expect me to praise you? Dogs ate your brains?"