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

Fortunately, this emotion quickly passed, and Song Le relaxed again.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she loosened her hands, Shi Zhuo hugged her back and pressed her down on the soft eider down bed.

Slightly surprised, Song Le raised his eyes, and happened to meet those dark green pupils, which were as clear and clear as lake water, and seemed to be separated by something far and near.

After taking a bath, Shi Zhuo returned to the appearance of a silver-haired boy, it seems that it is time to change his name to Shi Zhuo.

He was wearing a snow-white bathrobe with a slightly loose neckline, revealing his delicate collarbone and smooth and flawless skin.

The hem of the bathrobe was slightly pulled away because his slender legs were pressed against her side, showing a trace of trepidation that crossed the line.

"Shi Zhuo?" Song Le was neither worried nor uneasy.

From the bottom of her heart, she naturally understood that he was moved, but she didn't know what step he wanted to take. For the time being, she...hadn't made any extra mental preparations.

"Sister." Shi Zhuo called out to her politely.

The low and hoarse voice of the young man resounded in the ears, it was very pleasant and alluring.

Song Le couldn't help blinking, rubbed his ears and said, "Huh? Tell me... I'm sleepy."

Really a little sleepy, getting sleepy more and more easily, Xia Fah?

Song Le couldn't help but yawned again.

But more, it is because such Shi Zhuo is hard to parry.

"Are you sleepy?" Shi Zhuo asked displeasedly, with a little disappointment in his expression.

"Aren't you excited to be a senior with me?"

Song Le groaned, and said helplessly: "Excited and excited, if I were to be with someone else, I would have fallen asleep a long time ago. How could I last until this time."

But Shi Zhuo was still dissatisfied with these words, he insisted on nitpicking, and gritted his teeth negatively: "Who else do you want to be with, senior sister?"

Song Le: "..."

No one, just you, just you, okay.

Really difficult to serve!

After yawning several times in a row, Song Le was let go and lay on the left side of the bed safely.

Sure enough, Shi Zhuo started clamoring to tell a story again.

Song Le was not surprised, he just skipped the book just now and took another book from Little Squirrel.

After such a long period of training, Song Le's ability to tell stories before going to bed has obviously been greatly improved. Although the story is told slowly, although it is naive, it still has a sense of accomplishment.

Song Le couldn't help but smile.

After Shi Zhuo listened, he showed an expression that was not enough, stared at the other picture book and said, "Senior sister, have you noticed that there is one more..."

Song Le wisely refused, no matter how coquettish he was, he closed his eyes unmoved: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... I'm almost sleepy, do you want me to be sleepy..."

After some entanglement to no avail, Shi Zhuo had no choice but to look away, turn on the light, and complained in the dark: "Senior sister, you don't care about me anymore."

The former senior sister followed him in everything and almost spoiled him, but now she often rejects him. This gap makes Shi Zhuo unspeakably depressed.

When Song Le heard this, it was funny and helpless, she simply turned sideways, hugged him, and coaxed: "It's clear, okay, what are you thinking about?"

"Will senior sister leave me?" Shi Zhuo was silent, then suddenly asked in a low voice.

Song Le felt drowsy, and within a few seconds, one foot had already fallen asleep. Hearing this, he barely struggled, and said in a daze, "If you are obedient, you won't."

In fact, it is also coaxing, but its intention is half false and half true.

"Then I'll be obedient." For some reason, Shi Zhuo has been feeling uneasy recently, and after hearing what she said, he whispered like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood.

"Well... so go to sleep, good night." Song Le felt soft in his heart when he heard his soft promise, and raised his hand to rub his silver hair.