Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

While Li Zheng was eating, Ling Huang found the toolbox from the kitchen cabinet and reinstalled the bathroom door.

After washing the dishes, Wang Lizheng took the clothes drained from the bathroom into the living room and didn't know where to dry them. Ling Huang saw that there was a set of clean clothes on the bathroom stool, so he locked the door to take a shower and change clothes.

After drying the bathroom, he found that his floor had been laid. Ling Huang sat on it, and found a new box of crayons and a new stack of white paper beside his pillow.

Looking to the side, there are two bottles of water, two bags of bread, and a box of canned luncheon meat that has not expired.

Putting the new crayon box and cans under the opposite corner, Ling Huang opened the bread and lowered his head to eat it in small bites.

He could feel that the eyes of the person lying on the sofa in the living room had been looking at this side, but now he didn't even want to respond to Li Zheng.

Ling Huang could bear the humiliation of being auctioned by Li Zheng to save him, and then tied up like a watchdog by Li Zheng, as well as being beaten and kicked by him.

What I couldn't bear later was Li Zheng's temptation by using the bad behavior of tying fake bombs, and it was the judgment and behavior she made at that moment.

What he did to Li Zheng was out of the scope of plane missions, all out of instinct, he didn't want Li Zheng to die.

[Host, do you know that if you take the initiative to seek death, you will be permanently locked into the black box? 】

[Know. ] Ling Huang lowered his eyelids and smiled wryly, [Abandoning survival is tantamount to actively seeking death. ]

[Taking medicine and drinking will hurt your stomach, and the explosion will blow up the original owner's body to pieces. 】

Ling Huang knew what the system meant, he sighed in his heart, not knowing what to say.

[Of course, there is no requirement that the restraining host must preserve the body of the original owner. 】

[I know. ] Ling Huang took another bite of the bread.

[Okay, then. 】The system paused for a while, 【The host's behavior does not match the original owner's settings, OOC level: low, corresponding punishment: 30 seconds of heart-burning. 】

Ling Huang took a breath, put down the half-eaten bread, hugged his knees and rested his head on them.

Li Zheng seldom holds a book in his hand but keeps distracted to look elsewhere.

From the corner of the eye, Ling Huang's huddled body trembled and then became stiff, which made Li Zheng a little concerned.

He put the book on the coffee table, got up and walked to Ling Huang, "What's wrong with you?"

The only answer to him was Ling Huang's hair that was still curled up on the top of his head and trembled slightly with his body.

Sitting cross-legged in front of Ling Huang, Li Zheng lowered her head and stared at Ling Huang carefully, "Are you uncomfortable?"

There was no response, and Ling Huang didn't make a quiet sound.

"Hello." Li Zheng reached out and pulled Ling Huang's arms away, pinching his chin to make him look up.

Ling Huang was in so much pain that he couldn't hear anyone's voices, he only knew the part of his arm that was being pulled, and the pinched skin of his chin, as if a fine needle had been pierced through the skin and penetrated into the flesh, making the pain even more intense.

He opened his mouth and bit Li Zheng's right hand.

"..." Li Zheng frowned, and saw a deep dent between Ling Huang's brows.

Gritting his teeth opened a gap, and the screams of pain that were tightly confined by Ling Huang rushed to Ling Huang's throat as if they had found a vent.

"Hmm..." Ling Huang's teeth were even more forceful, and finally a sentence overflowed between the teeth: "It hurts..."

Li Zheng was not afraid of pain, and when he was bitten, he thought that he might not be able to keep this piece of meat, and then all his attention fell on Ling Huang's face.

Seeing two tears welling out of the man's tightly closed eyes, Li Zheng put his left hand on it unknowingly.

Unexpectedly, he wiped away the tears on his side with his thumb, and felt the tremor on his taut skin more concretely.

Not long after, Ling Huang let go, Lizheng's hand was still lying beside his mouth.

Ling Huang turned his face away to avoid Li Zheng's thumb wiping his tears, but Li Zheng still maintained that movement in a daze.

[Target: Li Zheng, goodwill value +10, current goodwill value: -60. 】

Hearing the reminder, Ling Huang couldn't turn his eyes away, but saw Li Zheng's face was full of hesitation.

"Are we..." Li Zheng's expression was tangled, his tone hesitated, and he shook his head halfway through the sentence.

How could they have known each other long ago?