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

Song Le was startled for a while, and then faltered again.

She is not afraid that Shizhuo will kill her, but she is afraid that Shizhuo, who is active and indifferent, will torture her when she gets angry.

A person who knows current affairs is a hero, even if Song Ledang is silent, looking at him, he will not bring up this topic again.

After a while, Shi Zhuo woke up from the disobedient and resisted anger, calmed down, and said: "No, senior sister can't leave me."

There was a hint of coercion and gloom in those words.

Song Le was uneasy, but at a loss.

"Well……"

So in the future, should we treat this person as Shi Zhuo or Shi Zhuo?

But Shi Zhuo's words made her understand that this is not important, what is important is how she gets along with Shi Zhuo who turned out to be a boy.

He hugged her without leaving any gaps, not returning to the viciousness just now, and said softly and coquettishly: "It's so hard to bear, senior sister, I want to eat you, eat you bite by bite... what should I do..."

What to do!

When Song Le heard the words, he was speechless and terrified.

This time, she can no longer simply think that she is eating raw, and...

The huge proposition of 'how could Shizhuo be a boy' floated up in his mind again, Song Le had a headache, and in the end he could only talk in embarrassment, shut up, and try his best to reduce his sense of existence.

Perhaps touched by her slightly pale face, Shizhuo raised his eyes, and instead of continuing to press, he pulled a little distance away.

Taking a deep look at her, Shizhuo licked his lips, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I will hold back no matter how uncomfortable it is. There is only one senior sister, eat it and it will be gone."

Although frantically wanting to tear the person in front of him to the bone, but always restrained, Shi Zhuo cherishes food, loves food, and he will firmly save the best food in the world until the end, even if he is so hungry that he loses his mind.

Song Le didn't believe these words at all.

But what if she didn't believe it, she could only purse her lips and lower her eyes, her heart widened.

After a while, Shi Zhuo pressed the back of her head, kissed the corner of her lips, and then sat up, as if he was suffering extremely, got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

The sound of pattering water came, and Song Le lay on the big soft bed, wanting to sleep, but unable to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Le finally felt sleepy, and the sound of the water stopped.

So she involuntarily opened her eyes again, holding on.

The moment the door opened, Song Le pursed her lips and lay on her side, tense.

Shi Zhuo walked over, Song Le blinked, and suddenly saw a beautiful boy with crooked smiling eyes beside the bed.

To be precise, it was Shi Zhuo.

Changed into a set of boys' slim dark pajamas, and changed from Shi Zhuo to Shi Zhuo.

Song Le held his breath, and that beautiful and stunning golden long hair was taken off, it must be a wig.

Shi Zhuo's real hair color is silvery platinum blonde, short hair, handsome and evil, soft and dangerous.

The small and delicate silver cross on the right ear complements each other perfectly at the moment.

He climbed into bed, still wet and cold.

"Senior sister, you can get too close like this, right?" The boy's voice was sweet and vicious.

Hearing this, Song Le was inexplicably overwhelmed.

Silently shrank back, tried to turn his back on him, and asked, "What do you mean?"

But before she could make a move, Shi Zhuo pulled her lightly but irresistibly, put his hands on both sides of her head, lowered his eyelids slightly, and took a deep look at her with an ambiguous smile.

Song Le's heart tightened for no reason, and he lost his voice as if it was hanging in his throat.

Shi Zhuo stared at her nervous and dumbfounded appearance, raised the corners of his lips, and bent down to press down.