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

Meanwhile, on the other side—

Luo Qianzhi, played by Song Le, was in a state of embarrassment, and when he finally found the house, his hands trembled unconsciously. The moment he pushed the door open, there was still a trace of unbearable and moved expression on his indifferent face.

The house was old, with earthen bricks and mud tiles. She caught sight of the pale man lying on the shabby bed at a glance, her eyes tightened, she bit her lip and said, "Lu Zhiyan!"

The voice was not loud, but it was so familiar that the weak boy on the bed struggled to open his eyes, and turned his head to look blankly.

At the moment when the four eyes met, the boy's dizzy and powerless pupils instantly shrank, and his lips, which were dry due to thirst, moved with all his strength, and he couldn't hear what he was whispering.

But Luo Qianzhi, who had practiced lip language, understood.

He was calling her, very familiar, Sister Luo, who used to bore her so much, she didn't blame her, she didn't regret it, her eyes were as clear as before, as if she was still asking if she was okay.

...Really, she bit her lip, how many fools like this are there in this world?

Song Le's heart tightened inexplicably when she met the gloomy eyes of the young man hiding sadness, as if she had seen it before, almost making her forget what to do next.

Fortunately, relying on her memory, she reluctantly joined the scene, and finally came to the scene of embracing and kissing. The cold and soft lips pressed against hers. Song Le just woke up like a dream, and was about to cooperate, but When the dexterous tip of her tongue came in, she was stunned for a moment, and came back to her senses a second later, moved the hand that was on his chest before, subconsciously trying to push him away.

At this time, Lu Xi turned her back to the camera, blocking the appearance of the two kissing. First, she didn't want others to see her, and second,...

The boy opened his eyes, and after noticing her unconscious resistance, he pressed her in front of him with a little force, with irresistible force.

After Song Le felt his force and restraint, she opened her eyes wide and stared at him blankly, then finally remembered to frown, and after parting her lips a little, she breathed unsteadily, and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear: "Lu Xi, I, can you change it, don't really..."

She didn't reject it, but felt that when the two kissed together, an inexplicable sense of distressed familiarity exploded in her mind, making her uneasy.

"Miss sister wants to NG, do you want to do it again?" Lu Xi took advantage of the gap between her lips and whispered on her lips, a trace of satisfaction slipped under her obsidian-like attractive eyes.

The taste is really good, but not enough.

Thinking of this, Lu Xi, who has never wronged herself, lowered her head again, seemingly lovingly holding her cheek, but in fact she brought a little imperceptible strength, which forced her to raise her head to face him, and blinked her long eyelashes. Blinking, he licked his lips that were extraordinarily bright red because of the moistness, and coaxed: "Sorry, bear with it, just this once, young lady, okay?"

His tone was soft, with a bit of flattery that no one could resist.

Song Le could only bite the bullet, tiptoe, open his lips, take the initiative to print on his lower lip, and then close his eyes.

Lu Xi stared at her without blinking, hesitating again and again, but obediently fell into the trap, feeling like being scratched by a kitten's paw, wishing to clear everyone out now and continue with all the next steps.

However, the little one can't bear to mess up the big scheme.

Lu Xi, who was repeatedly depressed, chose to enjoy the moment first. She stroked her chin with her slender thumb, and slightly pushed her lips apart wider. She kissed her in a happy mood, and their lips and tongues intertwined.