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

It was salty, wet and warm, and even Song Le's mood rose unconsciously.

The villa was brightly lit, and some servants were already waiting.

After simply finishing dinner, Song Le followed Shi Zhuo up to the room on the second floor with a hint of longing.

A large floor-to-ceiling window, open the small window, you can feel the humid air.

The room is large, with a crystal chandelier, and the bathroom is on the side of the entrance door. Going inside, there is an oversized round bed in the center.

After admiring the scene of the sea at night for a long time, she finally turned her eyes away reluctantly. Only then did Song Le realize that this arrangement was inexplicably ambiguous.

A soft round bed, warm yellow lighting, and two couple-style bathrobes hanging in the white wardrobe.

Well.

Well?

Song Le was inexplicably nervous, looking at Shi Zhuo, who was packing the things in the suitcase.

Because I am not used to letting others touch my things, I always have to do this kind of thing by myself. The appearance of squatting there and tidying up is a bit cute and childish.

The thoughts that made Song Le Weiwei's mentality unstable disappeared in an instant.

After taking a bath, the temperature and humidity here are different from usual due to being by the sea.

Reluctant to close the window, Song Le's thin and short pajamas were obviously not good enough to keep out the cold, so she put on the long white bathrobe and lay down on the bed waiting for Shi Zhuo to come out of the wash.

There are two picture books next to the bed, which depict little rabbits and squirrels.

Somehow, Shi Zhuo likes this kind of soft and cute little thing, and loves the balls to the bone.

Every time he saw it, he would involuntarily purse his lips, and there was an unbearable warmth in his eyes.

This is also the point that Song Le can't resist him the most.

She is obviously not a child anymore, but she is even more pampered than a child, as cute as a little angel hiding in her heart.

Song Le traced the snow-white little rabbit in the picture book with her fingers, and couldn't help smiling.

But she turned the page casually, but she froze there.

A small black cat that suddenly appeared is very interesting in picture books.

But Song Le suddenly closed the picture book as if the blood in his body turned cold and flowed back.

What keeps floating in my mind is the huge pool of blood that day, the blood and tears on Su Jie's face, and the thin black cat that was chopped to pieces, dismembered, beheaded, disemboweled, and the black cat that was crushed The bloodthirsty and cruel appearance of Su Jie, who has not yet formed a kitten in her belly, strikes at the same time.

When Shi Zhuo came out of the steamy bathroom, what she saw was her ecstasy, unconsciously biting her lower lip, with a bad complexion.

The movement of wiping his hands paused, and he put the towel directly around his neck, walked over, frowned slightly, and asked softly, "What's wrong, senior sister? Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Le was startled when she heard his voice suddenly, and slowly shook her head after recovering, her mind was in a mess, and she tried her best to be calm and said: "...No, just a little cramp in the calf just now."

Hearing this, Shi Zhuo felt relieved, didn't think about it any more, and smiled lightly, "Is that so, it scared me, I thought something was wrong with Senior Sister."

As he spoke, he lifted a corner of the quilt, stroked her calf with delicate hands, and began to massage.

The pampered hand has probably never done this before, and the strength is full of caution and flattery.

Song Le actually didn't hurt, but it was very comfortable to be pressed, and he couldn't help pursing his lips, and gradually eased up.

And Shi Zhuo is good.Song Le rubbed his swollen eyes.

After silently waiting for him to rub for a while, Song Le sat up, hugged him, and hugged him for a while without saying a word.

Shi Zhuo was taken aback for a moment at first, then let her hug her dependently, as if empathizing with her, she remained silent.