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

Song Le was speechless, with a black face, the scratch marks on the sofa were full of the little fox's anger, and her flesh pain.

Abominable.

Your roast chicken is gone!

Thinking this way, Song Le still bought a roast chicken at night softly.

He kicked the sofa lightly: "Hello."

no response.

Angrily: "It's time to eat."

no response.

After coughing, he said softly, "Wei Chuan? Come to eat."

……

Song Le stood by the sofa, gritted his teeth with a smile, then leaned down, lay down on the wooden floor and looked under the sofa.

It was as if he was nesting in it—he kept silent, and actually used silence to fight her.

Seeing a shadow suddenly approaching, the little foxes raised their heads, staring at each other for a while, then turned their heads away and buried them in the fur of their forelegs.

Really hard wings.

"I bought a roast chicken, don't you want to eat it?"

The little fox didn't look up, but hummed weakly, and even turned around, pointing its tail at her.

Song Le licked his lips in despair, glanced at the ball and then retracted it. After several times, seeing him indifferent, he had to give up and said: "Okay, then I don't care about you, I'll eat it."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she got up and walked towards the dining table, a pair of small claws angrily pressed the upper of the slippers.

Song Le: "..."

Turning back into a human form, Wei Chuan, who had messy silver hair, stared and whispered, "How can you give up halfway?"

Song Le raised his eyebrows: "Give up halfway?"

"Yeah, you haven't coaxed me well yet, why don't you ignore me."

"……you."

Retarded?Song Le was about to be choked with laughter.

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When going to bed at night, Song Le let the boy dry her long hair and read a book on her stomach.

After a while, Wei Chuan lay down, hugged her, and said softly: "Song Le, do you really want to go out tomorrow?"

Song Le turned the pages of the book: "I really want to go."

"Can't you not go?"

"I have to go."

"I don't want you to go..."

Song Le raised his eyes, looked at him, and said helplessly: "There is really something."

Wei Chuan immediately stopped talking, puffed his cheeks and lowered his eyes. It took a long time to ease his mood, then he raised his eyes again, his red lips slightly pursed, and said with a soft smile, "Then I want to kiss you."

"I don't have enough mana." Seeing her staring over inexplicably, Wei Chuan guiltily averted his eyes and added in a low voice.

"Is it because of this?" Song Le looked impatiently at the person who was flawless and pure as beautiful jade from a short distance.

The faint scent of bathing lingers on the tip of his nose, Wei Chuan blushes, of course not, he has enough mana, in the final analysis it is because he wants to kiss.

But... Wei Chuan's heart moved, he simply closed his eyes and kissed him directly, caught off guard.

The slender hand grasped her wrist with foresight, tilted her head, and her tongue forcefully pushed against her lips and teeth, and her lips enfolded her, and her green eyes couldn't help but opened to see her reaction, and instinctively penetrated deeper.

The gentle and careful force made people unable to even get angry, Song Le's face flushed instantly, and she didn't know how to respond.

The tip of the tongue intertwined, and the sense of fullness became more and more abundant. Finally, Wei Chuan withdrew, his face full of satisfaction, his eyes full of clear water, like a lake in his mouth, and he called Song Le happily and nervously.

Hearing Song Le's heart beating wildly, he kept his composure.

"This is the last time. If you want to increase your mana, don't look for me again." She closed the book and said.

Wei Chuan suddenly fell down: "Why? You said I don't understand, what exactly do I not understand?"

"You don't understand anything." Song Le smiled at him, teased him, then got up and turned off the light.

The room was immediately plunged into darkness.