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

"Miss, did you have any other names before?" Lu Xi asked strangely, but his expression was serious.

Song Le shook her head, Luo Qingkong kept calling Luo Qingkong.

"Really..." But he didn't want to call out the three words Luo Qingkong at all. Subconsciously, for some reason, he always felt that she shouldn't be called by that name.

But since he didn't, it was probably his illusion. Lu Xi didn't think about it any more. He was going to fly abroad tomorrow. He didn't know when he would be able to come back. He didn't want to waste every minute and every second now.

After drying her long hair slowly, Lu Xi's white fingers gently pulled her broken hair behind her ears, but did not leave immediately, but skillfully kneaded her white and soft auricles few times.

Song Le's ears are very sensitive, and she can't touch them, let alone rub them. Now she can't prevent an electric shock and dodges, but she is grabbed by Lu Xi with a laugh, and the two of them rolled onto the thick soft quilt together.

"Well—let go, I want to get up." Song Le turned his head and glared at him.

"Don't let go." Lu Xi smiled and said in a low voice. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulders.

"Miss sister, let me hug you. From now on, I can only rely on medicine to sleep." The medicine I took was naturally sleeping pills.

Lu Xi didn't use much strength, but her pitiful appearance was enough to make her helpless and surrender.

But silent connivance doesn't mean—she can also silently endure the increasingly intense reaction behind her.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, and whispered in embarrassment: "Lu Xi, you..."

Lu Xi's hoarse and seductive voice was more embarrassing than her: "Miss sister, I will endure..."

Of course you have to be patient.

Song Le blushed, her mind was in a mess, she could only press her lips and let him hold her without saying a word.

After hugging in silence for a while, Lu Xi let out a breath of suppressed heat, got up and walked to the bathroom.

Then I heard the sound of splashing water.

Song Le was still stiff, patted his hot cheek, buried his face in the quilt, at a loss as if in a lifetime.

From the beginning to the present, like a charming dream, the beautiful young man is either domineering, coquettish, or quiet and focused, knocking on her heart door over and over again.

At first, she felt helpless and even a little bored, but after being knocked, she had to occasionally open the door to reprimand him, trying to drive him away, but she was still haunted, unknowingly, when she came back to her senses, she saw I can only see how cute this guy is.

After more than ten minutes, Lu Xi came out wrapped in a bath towel, carrying the cold steam, so cold that he squinted his eyes and almost curled up into a ball.

Song Le maintained his superficial composure, frowning and asked, "Did you take a cold shower?"

Lu Xi blinked, nodded and said: "Of course, hot water can only..." He hesitated to speak ambiguously, and the moisture in his peach blossom eyes made Song Le blush again.

"Okay, then don't catch a cold." She looked away uncomfortably.

"No." Lu Xi answered bluntly, but the next second he just finished speaking, he couldn't help but sneezed a few times one after another, and physiological tears came out of the corners of his eyes, Song Le saw It was funny and worried.

After he changed into his fluffy pajamas, Song Le stuffed him into the thick quilt, pressed all four corners of the quilt, and finally said in relief: "Okay, you don't kick the quilt at night, do you? "

While recording the show, she saw him taking sleeping pills silently, so she could sleep very well and peacefully all night, without moving.