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

the other side.

When Song Le rushed to the classroom, Shi Zhuo had already arrived.

In the empty classroom, Shi Zhuo was sitting on the desk boredly, dangling his long legs, and the afterglow of the setting sun softened his delicate outline rarely.

"Shi Zhuo." Song Le held his breath for a moment before he could speak.

Hearing this, Shizhuo raised his eyes, was instantly delighted, and jumped off the table.

But soon, when he walked over, his cheeks were puffed up, and he complained: "Sister made me wait for a long time."

"Long time?" Song Le was nervous.

"Ten minutes and thirty seconds."

"……"Oh.

Such precision must have bluffed her.

But Shizhuo didn't find out why she slowed down a bit, otherwise with Shizhuo's possessiveness...

"Who smells like senior sister?"

"what?"

Before Song Le could get away with it, he was caught straight, and immediately tensed a string, and opened his eyes to look at him.

"Who?" Shizhuo's expression was unkind, like a beast whose territory had been violated.

Song Le quickly comforted him: "I was accidentally hit by someone, there is no one."

"Bumped into it?" Shi Zhuo stared at her critically.

It hit, that's right.

Song Le bit the bullet and hummed.

"Describe it." Shi Zhuo didn't seem to believe it.

Song Le was helpless: "...I, I don't remember, I came to you in a hurry, and I didn't even look at what that person looked like..."

When Shi Zhuo heard the sentence in the middle, it took him a long time to hum in a low voice.

"It's better to be like this, otherwise let me know, if senior sister dares to touch others secretly..."

Shi Zhuo's words were not finished, but the threat was strong enough.

Song Le was apprehensive and funny, and said seriously: "No."

Now because of Shizhuo, she can almost be regarded as a transparent person in this school.

How could anyone dare to touch her?

What's more, a single poem is enough to torment her.

"But it's true that senior sister made me wait, so I have to make up for it." Shi Zhuo said slowly.

At the same time, she unbuttoned the buttons on her school uniform one by one.

Song Le frowned uncomfortably, and said in vain: "Compensation... or something."

Song Le retreated step by step, but Shi Zhuo didn't intend to let her go.

After unbuttoning all the buttons, Shi Zhuo took off her coat lightly but irresistibly, and threw it on the chair casually.

Then he completely pushed the person into the corner and pressed against the snow-white wall.

Licking her lips, a beautiful and malicious smile appeared on her gorgeous face.

"Sister, do you want to kiss here, or go back to bed?"

Song Le blushed instantly: "...!" Don't even think about it!

"No, you have to choose one, or both..." Shi Zhuo blinked innocently.

Song Le choked hard and tried to reason with him, but to no avail.

In the end, I compromised with the first one, aggrieved.

Seeing her blushing obviously, Shi Zhuo didn't seem to be annoying, but tried her best to pretend to be calm, and found it very interesting.

Leaning slightly, leaning close to her ear, he asked like a curious baby:

"I don't know if senior sister is sensitive enough to... scream out in the classroom?"

"……how is this possible!"

Since the last blood collapse, when Shizhuo put forward a love suggestion, but she ignored it, this person's behavior has become more and more outrageous day by day.

Song Le now knows clearly without thinking, and he can't escape even if he struggles, but he still can't help but refute in embarrassment.

"Is it impossible, then I will try."

In the end, Shi Zhuo lightly dropped this sentence with a half-smile, then leaned over and kissed her.

The tip of her tongue hooked around hers, her fingers were intertwined, and the other hand was around her waist at first, Song Le was not so disturbed yet.

Hand unconsciously clutching the corner of his school uniform.