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

Song Le was worried.

His hand tightly grasped the corner of her clothes, and it took him a long time to calm down a little.

Song Le felt weak all over. After thinking about it, he turned around gropingly, turned his face to him based on feeling, and said, "Feng Xi, actually, I lied to you about something."

Feng Xi sobbed in a nasal voice, tried his best to calm down, and let out a muffled murmur: "What."

"I am nice to you, not to make you a tool." She always has this point in her heart.

She wanted Feng Xi to know that in this world, there must be someone who is sincerely willing to treat him well, and is willing to do his best to love him.

"I was nice to you only because I wanted to be nice to you. Sorry, I made a bad excuse at the beginning." Song Le reached out his hand in the darkness in front of him, and clumsily hugged him.

Feng Xi hugged her back tightly, strangling her almost out of breath, only a desperate murmur lingered in Song Le's ears repeatedly: "Anyone can abandon me, but you can't..."

You can not.You can not.

"You can't, did you hear that!!"

Song Le remained silent. She still believed that this pain was only temporary, just like the departure of a family member of the same blood. Although it is painful, it will pass.

……

Since that night, Feng Xi's worry about gains and losses has become more and more serious.

Can't leave her for a moment, Rao can't see anything, Song Le can also feel that burning intense gaze makes her extremely uncomfortable.

But the weakness is still coming as expected day by day.

Song Le tried her best not to show her flaws, she joked as usual, listened to him reading to her, she was lazy, and occasionally joked a few words.

When he was tired outside, he let Feng Xi hug or carry him back to the house.

It's so strange, obviously the boy's embrace is not generous, but it always gives her an inexplicable peace of mind.

Until this day, Feng Xi was suddenly not by her side early in the morning. After Song Le woke up, she touched her side subconsciously. The temperature was cold. When she was about to get out of bed, she heard the door open.

A friendly Master, you will know who is back.

He seemed to be holding something, hurriedly put it on the table, then ran over and pressed her, "Don't move, I'll come."

Then he called hot water with ease, and the act of wiping it carefully made Song Le couldn't help smiling, and said, "I feel like I didn't raise it for nothing."

Feng Xi half squatted beside her knees, raised his face, looked at those dull but clear eyes, and smiled lightly.

The youthful voice said lightly: "Master, I made porridge, do you want to try it later?"

There was a bit of anxiety in it that she wouldn't dare to drink, Song Le sensed it as soon as she heard it, raised her lips, nodded and said: "Okay."

After washing up, Song Le casually pulled up her long hair, sat down at the table, and wanted to take it for herself to drink, but was rejected by Feng Xi on the grounds that it was hot.

After being 'forced' to take a sip, Song Le tilted his head helplessly and said, "You think me too useless. It's just a bowl of porridge. I can still drink it myself."

Unexpectedly, Feng Xi paused and said: "Even if Master can still see, I want to take care of everything."

This is really a strong desire to control.

Song Le became more and more helpless, shook his head, and took another sip.

Seeing that her expression was the same, Feng Xi worked up the courage to ask for a long time: "Master, is it good?"

Song Le nodded without thinking, "That's right, but there's too much sugar."

Feng Xi's voice sounded a little trance: "...is it too sweet?"

Song Le hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. Feng Xi's usual taste is a bowl of porridge and half a bowl of sugar, and he is so addicted to sweetness.

Could it be...she said something wrong?