Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Bickering, quarreling and losing temper, Ling Huang can still find some evidence in the AI.

For example, bickering is the joy of life, proper quarreling is also a way of communication to enhance understanding, and losing your temper can be said to be a romantic interest.

But as long as Li Huan clearly puts forward a demand that belongs to the category of "companionship", Ling Huang can't get the support of AI to refuse.

Although Li Huan hasn't spoken so bluntly yet, both Ling Huang and AI can understand his subtext.

Stay, sleep here, yes, sleep in my room, yes, sleep on my bed, no doubt, I also sleep on this bed.

"In order to welcome you, I laid a thick cushion on the bed, which is very soft and comfortable." Li Huan pulled his hand and pressed it on the bed, "Try it, isn't it soft?"

"It's not particularly soft..." Ling Huang said against his will.

"Your hand can sink into it with all your strength and it's still not soft?!" Li Huan couldn't believe it, "Shouldn't your bionics' criteria for judging softness be updated!"

"Ah, haha, ha...cough." Ling Huang laughed dryly and wanted to withdraw his hand.

"Look again." Li Huan tightened his grip on him, and threw off the big blanket that was spread on the bed, "I also prepared a small quilt for you, which is filled with duck down, which is warm and comfortable. The one next to me The quilts are just quilts.”

Two quilts?

Ling Huang wasn't so panicked anymore.

"The second bedroom and the small bedroom are too cold, and the pipes that conduct heat from the fireplace are not buried in the wall over there, so this master bedroom is the warmest." Li Huan snapped Ling Huang's little finger, "You will too. It’s cold, right? How nice it is to sleep here, why are you making trouble with yourself. "

Ling Huang no longer knew how to evaluate Li Huan.

When he is provocative, he feels that he has to do something in the next second to be satisfied, and when he is not provocative, he can make two quilts, and his words are pure like a pond that cannot support fish.

"Even if it's really not suitable for sleeping, we have to wait until the winter is over." Li Huan pulled Ling Huang to the side of the cabinet again, and opened a door, "The row on the far side is all your clothes, and the pajamas are on the top."

Li Huan took out a set of soft pajamas with a pink heart pattern and pushed them into Ling Huang's arms, "After you change your clothes, go to sleep."

"... Oh." Ling Huang felt that his worries were unnecessary.

Now Li Huan is a healthy and pure young man.

Sure enough, later Li Huan just pulled Ling Huang's hand under his quilt and held it.

After chatting for a few words, Li Huan fell asleep.

Ling Huang didn't struggle for too long, and gradually fell asleep listening to Li Huan's breathing.

Ling Huang woke up three or four hours later, carefully got out of bed and went to the living room, Xiao Bei had already left.

A note was left on the table: I am going home, thank you for taking me in for a night, if I have the chance, I will definitely repay you. ——Xiaobei

Putting on the casual jeans prepared by Li Huan, Ling Huang cleaned and wiped all the tiny corners in the living room as quietly as possible.

Hearing a sound in the bedroom, Ling Huang hurried into the bathroom and threw the rag into the sink and poured a lot of laundry detergent into it.

"Little tiger... where is it?" Li Huan yawned and dragged his slippers to the living room for a walk.

Ling Huang threw the cap of the laundry detergent bottle on the ground, "Li Huan~~"

"Huh?" Li Huan hurried to the bathroom door, "What are you doing?"

"I wanted to wipe the ashes for fun, and I messed up my face." Ling Huang pointed to the face he had just smeared with black ashes, "I want to learn how to wash the rag, but the small lid of the laundry detergent is too slippery, I don't know what to do..."

His delicate and beautiful face was darkened, his eyes blinked, and his tone was helpless.

Li Huan came over with a low smile and hugged Ling Huang in his arms, lowered his head and kissed Ling Huang's head, "What a curious baby, I want to try everything. Where did you go to wipe the ashes?"

Ling Huang buried his head in Li Huan's arms, and pointed towards the back door, "Outside the window sill."

"Why do you need to wipe the outside?" Li Huan kissed Ling Huang's soft hair again, "Our climate here is windy and dusty, so there is no need to wipe the window sills outside, just sweep it with a broom."

"I thought it was quite fun." Ling Huang was especially glad that he didn't have to pretend to be innocent anymore by covering his face like this.

The voice is still cute, but the face is insensitive.

"Does housework look like fun to you?" Li Huan rubbed the back of Ling Huang's head with his hands, and a hoarse voice that hadn't woken up above his head.

"Well, um." Ling Huang nodded because of his personality that he would definitely find work if he couldn't be free, "Aren't you going to play?"

"Let's play, let's play." Li Huan is like a chicken pecking at the rice, kissing the heads of relatives endlessly, "But let me wash this rag, I'm a skilled worker, so I can wash my face and make breakfast for you after washing soon .”

"I want an omelet!" Ling Huang raised his hand and used his dirty fingers to find Li Huan's face and smear it on Li Huan's face, "Do you want to eat it?!"

"Here, let's eat." Li Huan smiled more happily, and took Ling Huang's dishonest hand.

The two separated a little distance, Ling Huang smiled playfully, Li Huan's eyes were full of doting.

"Wash your hands." Li Huan pulled him to the sink, washed Ling Huang's fingers carefully and said, "I'm going out for an interview in the morning, you..."

After finishing, Li Huan wanted to ask Ling Huang to accompany him to work. Ling Huang didn't go, and this time he wanted Ling Huang to accompany him, but he was a little worried that he would be rejected again.

"I'm all dressed up." Ling Huang turned around, "How is it? Does it look good?"

"Of course it looks good. You look good in whatever you wear." Li Huan still didn't understand Ling Huang's meaning, "Then you..."

"If I go out with you, will others envy you for having such a good-looking bionic?" Ling Huang blinked his left eye at Li Huan.

"...Of course I will!" Li Huan cheered up for a second, and quickly washed his hands, "You are the most beautiful little boy in the whole street! They must be envious of me!"

"Hey." Ling Huang smiled contentedly, ran to the door after his hands were wiped clean, and turned around, "I'm going to play with the quilt!"

"Be careful not to drop the cups on the ground." Li Huan has accepted Ling Huang's love for playing games, "If they are not neatly folded, just roll them up and I will sort them out later."

"I will work hard!" Ling Huang clenched his fists seriously.

"Come on!" Li Huan responded with clenched fists.

But pretending to be unskilled, she rubbed the quilt a few times and was about to fold it properly, but Li Huan quickly entered the bedroom and hugged Ling Huang tightly from behind.

"I'm sorry, I was such an asshole last night." Li Huan's voice was low and painful.

"No...it's nothing, besides, didn't you apologize? I also ate the cake?" Ling Huang was very confused.

"Last night I asked you to go out with me without changing your clothes. You must be... You must think that the uniform is not good-looking, right? I am too careless. I should dress you up beautifully before asking you to go out with me. I'm sorry .”

Ling Huang couldn't laugh or cry at first, but Li Huan's tone was too serious, which made him a little sad to follow.

While washing his face, he still had to ponder over what he said just now and what happened last night, carefully connecting them together to make a conclusion of "it's all my fault".

Don't say that it is impossible for a real bionic person to have such a delicate touch. Even Ling Huang, who already has a human mind, never thought that he had to change clothes before going out.

Not to mention failing to do the level of self-reflection after the quarrel.

"Forgive me, okay?" Li Huan shook him in his arms.

"Okay." Ling Huang whispered, putting his hand on the back of Li Huan's, "I forgive you."