The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

There was no panic in Gu Rong's expression.

Compared with the panic of being exposed, his expression is probably closer to a kind of calm that he has known for a long time.

He raised his glass to Shu Le and swallowed all the wine in the glass: "I remembered it earlier than I expected, Lele is really so smart."

Shu Le's fingers on the table were tightly clenched, and he smiled after hearing Gu Rong's words: "You let the Marshal down? I'm really sorry."

Gu Rong shook his head, looked at Shu Le, and said very gently: "I will never disappoint you."

Before Shu Le could speak, Gu Rong poured himself another glass of wine.

He lightly touched the transparent glass with Shu Le's cup on the table: "But compared to Marshal, I prefer you to call me by my name directly. Or... call my husband."

Shu Le's face suddenly darkened.

This title, Shu Le, is actually very familiar.

Between the countless times of the two of them, they were forced to have nowhere to escape, and they just wanted to ask Gu Rong to set it up for him quickly, so as to end one after another youthful incident between pain and happiness that was difficult to control.

Shu Le has called Gu Rong like this many times.

And Gu Rong is also very partial to this title.

Just between them.

This title is never used.

After a long silence, Shu Le said softly: "Gu Rong, I've actually been curious... You let me sleep in the same bed with you for so long, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you at night?"

Gu Rong looked at Shu Le and showed a very gentle smile.

He stood up, walked to Shu Le, stretched out his hands and hugged the person in front of him from behind.

Then Gu Rong leaned close to Shu Le's ear: "Lele, do you dare?"

The light in the room is excellent, and the figures of the two close to each other are reflected on the smooth ground, showing an indescribable intimacy.

Shu Le's whole body trembled as the hot breath hit his ears. Before he could speak, his thoughts were interrupted by Gu Rong's words.

There was still a smile in his tone, and there seemed to be a slightly invisible sigh.

Slowly said: "Baby, how dare you kill me at that time."

Shu Le bit his lower lip.

Gu Rong kissed Shu Le's side face very naturally: "At that time, the young master of the Shu family had a bad temper and a lot of courage. It's okay to vent your anger."

"But at the same time, even the servants in my family know... the young master of the Shu family is very soft-hearted."

He probably felt that one kiss was not enough, so the intermittent kiss fell on Shu Le's cheek again.

In the end, Gu Rong kissed Shu Le's eyes, and said rewardingly, "Shu Weiqing doted on you too much, taught you how to be wanton and greedy, but didn't teach you how to get bloody and protect yourself."

Shu Le's figure froze suddenly, and he was unable to speak for a long time.

Gu Rong simply hugged him into his arms: "My Lele can't even punish a servant to die, how dare she kill me?"

"not to mention……"

Gu Rong's voice suddenly became more ambiguous, and he hugged Shu Le more tightly, brushing the line under Shu Le's waist as if unintentionally.

Something so hard that it swelled pushed Shule twice from behind.

Gu Rong's voice was a little hoarse, and he said, "Baby, you can't wake up at night, where can you find a knife to kill me, huh?"