The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Probably because he just came back from the snowy night? Wei Yijia's bony fingers were cold, and Rong Ling's palm couldn't help trembling.

Before she could react, Wei Yijia had already held her hand and stood up.

Originally, when Wei Yijia was sitting, Rong Ling could still look down at her.

Now she had to raise her head, and took Wei Yijia's other hand and placed it on the left side of her waist.

After adjusting Wei Yijia's posture, Rong Ling put his left hand lightly on her shoulder.

The distance between the two suddenly became much closer, so close that Wei Yijia's light breath could shake the broken hair beside Rong Ling's ears.

A little itchy,? She couldn't help but tilt her head to the side, and? Pulled a little distance away.

Wei Yijia clasped her waist tightly: "Can we start?"

"Hmm..." Rong Ling settled down, recalling the steps the teacher taught them, "Sister Wei just follow my beat."

Wei Yijia is obviously a very smart student. At first, Rong Ling needed to beat the dance steps to drive her, but within three to four minutes, she was able to tacitly cooperate with Rong Ling's every move.

Take long steps, turn steps, move forward, back, turn in circles, move closer.

It was clear that Rong Ling was the one to guide at the beginning, but before she knew it, she became the passive one, driven by Wei Yijia to take the next step.

On this not too late winter night, in the employee dormitory building with poor sound insulation, Rong Ling suddenly heard countless voices.

The mother upstairs was hoarsely helping her child with homework, and the old man downstairs was coughing heart-rendingly.

I don’t know who’s radio came from the sweet voice of a female singer, and the melodious voice accompanied the two people’s silent dance steps: “Old dreams in the past are like your dimples. There are you and me in the dimples…”

In the red brick building, every window is bright, and each light is shrouded in its own world.

Seeing Wei Yijia's focused expression, Rong Ling was a little embarrassed to stop.

It's just that this room is less than ten square meters, and before he knew it, Rong Ling just stepped back to the edge of the sofa.

She didn't realize it, her body couldn't help but fell down.

With a soft cry, Rong Ling subconsciously grabbed Wei Yijia's hand tightly and brought her down together.

Fortunately, there was a soft cushion on the sofa, so she didn't hit anything, just looking at Wei Yijia who was pressing on her, Rong Ling let go of her hand in a panic: "I'm sorry, Sister Wei, I didn't mean it."

"Hmm..." Wei Yijia's eyes were too dark to melt, "I know..."

While saying this, she didn't intend to get up from Rong Ling's body.

Inexplicably nervous, Rong Ling licked his lips: "Sister Wei, you..."

Unexpectedly, before she could finish her sentence, the other party suddenly stretched out a finger to press Rong Ling's lips.

Rong Ling's voice stopped abruptly, and she looked at Wei Yijia without knowing it, and she had a faint guess in her intuition.

The look of hesitation and disbelief in her eyes was like a fawn that had escaped the hunter's gun by a narrow margin, but stopped curiously and turned back.

That Feng Xihui might as well fire the shot completely.

"Hmm..." Before Rong Ling could figure out how things turned out like this, the fingers on his lips moved away and were replaced by softer lips.

Rong Ling's hands were still innocently placed by her side, her eyes widened.

However, Wei Yijia seemed to have imitated it countless times before, the tip of her tongue pried open Rong Ling's teeth, and seduced her affection.

Do not……

It shouldn't be like this.

Rong Ling reached out to push Wei Yijia away, but she restrained her wrist one step earlier.

Everything is so natural, Wei Yijia is not stingy with his lingering, and bestows on her.

Rong Ling's originally stiff body gradually softened, and her eyes revealed a bit of confusion and shock.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Wei Yijia had kissed enough, and finally left Rong Ling's lips.

"Now..." Her voice was hoarse, "Do you know what to call me?"

Even though the answer was so absurd, Rong Ling asked with a trembling voice, "Feng Xihui?"

I don't know if he was scared by Wei Yijia's sudden action just now, or because of other reasons, along with these three words, a drop of crystal tear rolled down the corner of Rong Ling's eyes.

In the last world, she had been intimate with Feng Xihui countless times. Even in a different world, after so many years, Rong Ling is still no stranger to her superb kissing skills.

She can recognize her with just one kiss.

The corners of Feng Xihui's lips rose, and she couldn't help but pinch Rong Ling's red earlobe that was about to bleed: "It seems that A Ling hasn't forgotten me." I can't tell what kind of emotion it is, Rong Ling is not overjoyed, but It is to push people away severely.

Feng Xihui was unprepared for a moment, and was pushed back by Rong Ling. In order not to fall to the ground, she had to stand up again.

It's just that her gaze is still like a hook, locking Rong Ling tightly.

As if seeing the sun through the clouds, everything suddenly becomes clear.

Rong Ling instantly understood why Wei Yijia treated her so well after coming to this world.

And it was no coincidence that she was always by my side and cared for me meticulously...

Rong Ling's eyes were flushed, half of it was sad for the long-lost reunion that he never dared to think about, and half of him was angry: "So, you always remember?"

Feng Xihui did not deny it.

Rong Ling wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, got up and was about to leave.

Her toes inadvertently touched the corner of the hand-woven scarf hanging from the pile of gifts on the coffee table, and the little things that Feng Xihui brought back to her from a long distance away were scattered all over the ground.

Rong Ling paused, but still wanted to leave.

Feng Xihui has already grasped her wrist quickly.

"Let go!" Rong Ling turned his head, his voice suddenly raised, "Feng Xihui, pretend to die in front of my eyes, and watch me distraught for you, and then appear as if nothing happened, isn't it fun?"

Feng Xihui frowned slightly.

She subconsciously wanted to explain, but couldn't find a reason to explain.

Seeing that she was silent, Rong Ling's pounding heart gradually cooled down, and she took a deep breath: "Let go, Feng Xihui."

"Since you love to play one-man shows so much, then you can play them happily for the rest of your life. Now who are you pretending to be for?"

Her tone was really fierce, but two lines of tears flowed out uncontrollably.

Feng Xihui sighed softly, and hugged him into his arms: "It's my fault..."

Feng Xihui didn't want to recognize Rong Ling from the beginning, but she didn't dare.

She was afraid that the love between the two in the last illusion was just her good luck, and the result of deceitful lies.

As the only descendant of the Feng clan, Feng Xihui has lived for thousands of years. No matter what she does, she demands absolute security.

Even in the fantasy world is no exception.

She just wanted to know if Rong Ling would still have feelings for her in another strange appearance.

Feng Xihui could feel that Rong Ling was emotional when he kissed her just now.

Only then did her heart settle down a little bit.

It's just that I kept it a secret for so long, it's only natural for Rong Ling to be angry, and of course Feng Xihui won't let her go.

With Rong Ling's temperament, I am afraid that if he lets her go this time, he will never see her again.

"Sorry..." Feng Xihui couldn't explain, but could only say these two words.

Rong Ling lay on her shoulder in a daze for a few seconds at first, and then gradually began to sob softly.

When she cried, the delicate features on her face wrinkled together, and tears were left everywhere.

Rong Ling was crying so hard, Feng Xihui didn't know how to comfort her, so he just hugged her and let her cry.

When Rong Ling finally stopped crying, Feng Xihui wiped her tears with a tissue and brought warm water to moisten her throat.

"So, like me, are you a person with missions?" After crying, Rong Ling asked, wiping away his tears.

"Yes, and no." Feng Xihui said, "When the time is right, you will know."

Rong Ling didn't ask any more questions, she looked at Feng Xihui in front of her with teary eyes, and reached out to touch her cheek.

In the last world, Feng Xihui was a robot, her skin was always cold, but now her skin is warm.

After crying, Rong Ling thanked God for the feeling of regaining what was lost.

She stretched her arms around Feng Xihui's neck, buried her head in the pit of her neck and said softly, "It's so good..."

She is back again.

Feng Xihui rubbed her soft cheeks with his fingertips, his throat moved: "Mmm..."

After the quarrel, Rong Ling who calmed down looked at the scattered gifts, and got up to tidy them up again.

But Feng Xihui took her hand: "It's okay, it's not important now."

It's not important, so what's important?

Looking back at Shangfeng Xihui's dark eyes, Rong Ling saw the hint in her eyes and remembered the kiss a while ago.

Rong Ling felt hot all over, almost on the verge of burning.

Since coming to this world, she has tried her best not to think about everything related to Feng Xihui, and she has no plans to start a relationship again.

Even his roommates laughed at him countless times, and Rong Ling's life was similar to that of a nun in the nunnery.

Now, Rong Ling can no longer be pure-hearted and ascetic.

Feng Xihui leaned over again, and gently kissed her forehead.

After that was Rong Ling's upturned nose and lips that were plump like flowers.

The temperature in the air gradually increased, and Rong Ling's breathing was a little short, and he was gradually out of breath.

All the noisy voices turned into nothingness, and Rong Ling could only hear Feng Xihui's shallow breathing in his ears.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the window.Immediately afterwards, the locked door was knocked loudly.

Rong Ling's whole body froze, like waking up from a dream, and stopped making any sound.

Feng Xihui didn't get up to open the door, but asked directly: "Who?"

"It's me, Aunt Zhang upstairs." The woman's voice was a little louder, "Xiao Wei, are you playing music? Can you turn down the volume, it's disturbing our children to do their homework."

Before Feng Xihui could reply, the door of the next door opened again.

A young man in his early twenties poked his head out: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I didn't notice it, and I'll close it right away."

Aunt Zhang saw that it was an unfamiliar face, and immediately laughed: "Where is it, young man, you are new here, how long have you been at the unit? By the way, you don't have a girlfriend, and my aunt's family happens to have a niece..."

The voice drifted away and gradually disappeared.

Although Feng Xihui never showed any expression, Rong Ling could still see a bit of worry from her expression.

Rong Ling couldn't help laughing out loud at this sudden interruption, his whole body trembled from laughing.

Feng Xihui glanced at her helplessly.

Rong Ling was not afraid, she took the initiative to hug him, and kissed Feng Xihui's face.

The author has something to say: Why when I write about Rong Ling crying, I will unconsciously make up tears in my head _(:з"∠)_