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

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Being kissed and licked, Song Le didn't sleep well all night.

I dreamed intermittently, for a while I dreamed that someone carefully called her Master, and for a while I dreamed that someone coquettishly called her Miss Sister, and finally the picture was frozen before going to sleep, Shi Zhuo's eyes were burning, his head was slightly tilted, his bright red lips were moist, and his voice Sweet, soft and hoarse, implying a raging and fierce possessive desire: "Senior sister, you can only be mine."

……what.

She is not a pet, how could it be his.

Song Le woke up in a daze, opened her eyes to see Shi Zhuo who was close at hand, her sleeping face was as beautiful as the morning light in the forest, but she felt that she was not well.

This inexplicable dream, and the inexplicable Shi Zhuo.

……

This world is so frightening, fantasy.

Because of having a mess of dreams all night, Song Le was also a little depressed during class.

Lying on the table, drowsy.

This is a French class, Song Le didn't understand it at first, and at this moment, he took the teacher's lecture as a lullaby, as if he would fall into a sleepy embrace in the next second.

On the other hand, Shi Zhuo put her hand in his palm and played with it, enjoying it.

In the classroom, except for the slight wind and the sound of the teacher reading the text, there is silence.

The thin sunlight crossed the rose-patterned windows and sprinkled in, shining brightly throughout the room.

Shi Zhuo doesn't like sunlight very much, but when he glanced at it and saw the clear sunlight falling on her fair and tender cheeks, which made it look very beautiful, his resistance to the brightness subconsciously dissipated a lot.

senior sister.really like you.Shi Zhuo smiled with crooked eyes, and the corners of his lips were raised.

Song Le was lying on the table, breathing evenly in a low voice, and fell asleep, only waking up when the music sounded after class.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Song Le met a pair of beautiful eyes with a smile, like a green lake.

"Senior sister..." Shi Zhuo blinked as she came over familiarly.

Song Le hummed confusedly.

"Today the teacher taught a group of dialogues, why don't you practice with me." Shi Zhuo kissed the corner of her lips and said coquettishly.

"What conversation?" Song Le asked sleepily.

Shi Zhuo showed her the paper on which the dialogue was written, and Song Le looked at it for a while, but couldn't understand it.

After Shizhuo's gorgeous and smooth French font, there is a translation, but she can't understand the translation.

—The sky is white.

——Well, is it true that the clouds are black?

This, what does this mean?

Song Le stared at Shi Zhuo with puzzled eyes, but Shi Zhuo didn't intend to explain any more, and just curled up her lips sweetly, so beautiful that it disturbed people's minds.

Dazzlingly beautiful, but blindingly seductive, Song Le was fooled like this.

I practiced this dialogue with him several times, but only the smile on Shi Zhuo's face got bigger and bigger, she still didn't understand the deep meaning of this dialogue.

Until the end, Shi Zhuo, who couldn't hide the joy anymore, hugged her back of the neck, and whispered in her ear: "Senior sister, you have told me so many words about loving me, you have to be responsible to me."

"...?!" Song Le opened his eyes wide, his drowsiness disappeared, and the shame of being teased gradually emerged.

This liar!

Seeing that her expression froze for a moment, Shi Zhuo clumsily began to get annoyed.

Can't help giggling, as if the prank has succeeded, it is extraordinarily clear and beautiful, like an untainted elf.

But in fact, what Song Le didn't know was that those conversations were indeed translated like that.

It's just that it represents some incomprehensible but gentle and unique confession and love of the French.

However, at this time, Shi Zhuo didn't think of——

How can the white sky accept black clouds, it is destined not to coexist.