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

If looking at a person can also bring some inexplicable sweetness, then it is Song Le now.

Under the bright sunlight, An Cheng simply folded the soft blanket on the sofa, his slender and graceful figure was coveted, Song Le leaned against the dining table, and unconsciously tapped the table nervously with his fingertips.

Why did she suddenly remember that when she was in close contact with him this morning, she accidentally touched his tight abdominal muscles...

Well, it seems that this is not something that should be recalled, Song Le subconsciously touched the non-existent nosebleed.

"What's wrong?" An Cheng blinked and walked over.

"It's okay." Song Le shook his head guiltily, and was ready to go to the kitchen to get a fruit platter, but An Cheng gently held his wrist.

"Ok?"

In the next second, he was hugged around the waist, held hands, and met An Cheng's bright eyes with a smile.

The pleasant voice is still in my ears: "What are you thinking?"

"No, it's nothing." Song Le turned his head away, stumbling nervously.

An Cheng raised his hand and rubbed her red earlobe, making her face him directly, and then couldn't help kissing her gently.

The tip of her warm tongue licked her lips, Song Le trembled, stepped back a little, and said with wide eyes: "Hey, you, you,"

"I'm sorry." After An Cheng said these two words with a low smile, he leaned over again and kissed her lips that had not yet closed.

Song Le opened his eyes, An Cheng closed his eyes, and he could see his long and thick eyelashes, and the slight trembling when he changed the angle.

Lips and tongues stick together, An Cheng's kiss is sweet, like a candy, making her dizzy.

Fingers intertwined and pressed against the dining table, Song Le felt the slight itchiness of his tongue brushing over her. After kissing for an unknown amount of time, both of them were a little unsteady in their breathing. An Cheng withdrew a little, his lips were particularly rosy, and his eyes darkened. a bit.

Meeting her wet eyes, An Cheng narrowed his eyes, as if a little beast was about to come out of his heart, and just as he was about to do something, the doorbell rang.

Song Le, who hugged him to calm his breath, suddenly froze.

—they are here.

An inexplicable sense of shame welled up: across a door, she and An Cheng were kissing here as if no one was there, and they were still waiting at the door to see her 'brother'.

Even if there is no blood relationship, is this really okay?

Song Le looked at him hesitantly.

How could An Cheng not understand her worries and confusion, and said softly: "If my nominal father hadn't married your mother, then you and I should be strangers now, and I'm chasing you now."

Song Le choked, and stared at him a second later and replied: "You...you are obviously molesting me."

"It was you who looked at me with that look first." An Cheng replied unhurriedly.

"...Me? I don't have any eyes!" Song Le's first reaction was the eight-pack abs, and he stuttered accidentally.

"At that time, you seemed to want me to do something." An Cheng looked innocent, thought for a while and then corrected: "Well, to be more precise, it was the look in your eyes that wanted to do something to me."

"...I'm going to open the door." Song Le blushed instantly after being exposed, Gu Zuo said.

"Don't worry." Unexpectedly, An Cheng, who didn't think about the friends outside the door, stopped her and said, "It's not over yet."

"You can do whatever you want with me." He blinked and kissed again with a smile.

The doorbell continued to ring, Song Le blushed in embarrassment, was kissed in disbelief, and finally reason prevailed, pushed him away, covered her mouth and said: "You, you, go and open the door!"

Then even if he fled, he went up to the second floor to calm down.