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

But Song Le couldn't make any promises.

She thought for a while and said vaguely, "Really."

"Hmm." Shi Zhuo pulled her closer together, gave a sweet hum, and asked softly, like a careful inquiry and a dark temptation, "Sister, would you like it?"

Song Le took a breath silently, behind him who couldn't see, his face was tangled and bewildered.

She felt that if she answered that she was unwilling at this time, then Shi Zhuo's fall would cause her to die of pain, right?

It's better not to be too honest.

So Song Le hugged his neck even tighter, and said with a smile: "If you still had the same thought at that time, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

Hearing this, Shi Zhuo's hidden hostility disappeared completely.

——Senior, are you saying yes?

Willing to be with him forever, willing to be haunted by him, even for a lifetime.

He involuntarily bent his eyes, and pursed his thin lips happily.

In the bloodthirsty eyes, at this moment, the joy is as pure as that of a child.

……

After going back to school after the seaside relaxation this time, apart from being more intimate, Song Le's life is also a little bit more miserable and unrestrained.

Of course, Shi Zhuo is the one who knows no restraint.

This kind of meat, if you really don't like it, it's fine, once it starts to torture people, Shi Zhuo now pesters her at least once or twice a day.

Song Le rubbed her sore waist, weak legs, and slightly hoarse vocal cords, speechless: "..."

This time, twice, is enough to kill a person, okay?

But Shi Zhuo doesn't seem to think so at all, not only has no plan to restrain himself, but also intensifies.

This is the case at this moment.

Song Le was pressed behind the door of the classroom, the afterglow of the setting sun was almost dark, the classroom was empty, there were still a few lines of blackboard writing on the blackboard, and the serious teaching atmosphere had not yet dissipated.

Shi Zhuo's eyes were filled with an unhealthy smile, her wet and thin lips pressed against her earlobe, and the tip of her tongue twitched for a while, then said in a low voice, "Senior sister, I have already turned off the monitoring in advance."

Song Le was stunned at first, but then his eyes widened in fright at what he said, and he stared at him helplessly, and stopped him in a loud voice: "No, no, Shi Zhuo, no way."

But here in Shizhuo, there is nothing wrong.

What he wants is bound to be done, and what he wants is also the same.

Blocking her protest, she lingered for a long time, until Song Le's brain was starved of oxygen, his legs trembled and became weak.

Shi Zhuo breathed up and down, let go of her, and her lips were moist with water.

He lowered his long eyelashes, his lake-like eyes seemed to reflect bright stars, and he unbuttoned the top two buttons of her school uniform collar.

The tie was casually placed on the shoulders, the lingering kiss came to an end, Shi Zhuo's white fingers pulled her collar away, and lowered down to bite her collarbone.

Song Le unconsciously half-closed her eyes, frowned, raised her neck, wanted to refuse but knew that since Shi Zhuo had already made up her mind, she would never listen to her.

His legs were still weak, and he was about to slide down against the door, so he had a headache and helplessly hugged him to support his body.

After Shi Zhuo sucked her collarbone for several red marks, he let it go, stood up straight again, and kissed the corner of her lips.

Picking up the tie, she tilted her head and looked at it for a while, until Song Le's heart felt numb, Shi Zhuo smiled sweetly, and said coquettishly: "This way, it seems that the senior sister can feel me better."

As he spoke, he put the tie over her eyes.

Song Le snorted suddenly, raised his hand subconsciously to take off the tie.