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

Song Le was completely stunned this time upon hearing this.

The delicate brows were furrowed little by little, what does it mean to be hers?

But Shi Zhuo didn't give her a chance to understand, let alone explain, after 'feeding' all the cream, she pulled out her finger in satisfaction, smiled and got up gracefully to wash her hands in the bathroom.

Amidst the splashing water, Song Le was a little dazed.

There was still an uncomfortable feeling of being played with in the mouth.

I want to accept the plot, but there is no plot to accept at the moment, only the task:

When Gluttony asks 'Would you like to be with me forever', refuse him.

This, isn't it easy?

After being dazed, Song Le couldn't help but think so.

His whole body was still hurting, and after persisting for a while, Song Le still chose to lie back, pretending that he was a corpse, detached from everything, trying to relieve the pain.

...but it's the same egg.

When Shi Zhuo came out, Song Le was lying on the bed, breathing in small mouths with slightly parted lips, drowsy and about to fall asleep.

Tilting her head, the corners of her mouth curled up, but soon, she quickly took another piece of pastry from the white dining car next to the bed, and quickly ate it.

However, I am still hungry.

Just keep eating, keep, keep, keep, keep...

Shi Zhuo licked his lips, and touched his stomach hungry.

The appetite is like a bottomless pit, and like a black hole, it devours everything that goes in. However, no matter what you eat or how much you eat, you will never be full.

……

After a few days of recuperation, Song Le got out of bed.

After several days of observation, Song Le determined that Shi Zhuo was gluttony.

Simple and crude way of judging—who can keep stuffing their mouths almost non-stop?

From the time she saw Shi Zhuo to the time Shi Zhuo left the room, Song Le never saw her stop talking.

"..." And they always force her to share food in some weird way.

Just like now.

"Senior sister, I haven't licked it clean yet." Shi Zhuo pouted slightly, seemingly dissatisfied.

Song Le groaned, his frown never loosened, under Shi Zhuo's inexplicable pressure, but looking at the exquisite small porcelain plate in front of him, he was still full of resistance.

Why do you want to lick the milk on the plate like a dog?

Want to lick it clean without leaving a drop?

Is it so food-saving?

Song Le, who was a little bit broken, pursed his lips and was speechless, his mind was full of question marks.

I really don't understand Shi Zhuo's eating habits very well, and I don't want to understand at all because of the pain.

But under the urging of Shi Zhuo's repeated displeasure and coquettishness, he still bit the bullet, approached slowly, opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and tremblingly tried to lick the milk in the small saucer.

However, just as she got used to it, Shi Zhuo stubbornly took the small plate away and said softly, "Come here, continue."

Song Le was unwilling, but still obeyed, leaning forward slightly.

When she lowered her head, the small white and slender neck that was exposed, and the bright red tip of the tongue brushed over the milky white milk looked particularly delicious. Shi Zhuo licked her lips on the top of her invisible head.

So back and forth, Song Le's self-esteem was stepped on repeatedly, almost losing face, but he still endured it.

Finally endured until the end, when Song Le heard Shizhuo ask "Are you still hungry?" for the third time, she frantically waved her hands and said, "No, I'm not hungry anymore, you can eat, I, I'll just watch. "

So I watched her eat for about half an hour.

Song Le usually looked at her distractedly, then saw her calmly wiped the corner of her mouth with a kerchief, then raised her green eyes and said: "Senior sister, it's time to go to class today, let's meet your former good classmate too ?”