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

Finally Song Le said: "I'm sorry."

Lu Zhizhi rubbed her head, kissed her cheek gently from the side, and said in a low voice, "Don't be sorry, you never need to use these three words to me."

When the warm seal was applied, Song Le tensed up unconsciously, frowning to resist, but luckily it was just a light touch.

But Lu Zhizhi became happy from the inside out because of her silence, bent over and hugged her from behind: "Le'er, I like you."

Song Le was silent.

In the distance, Lu Xingfu's eyes were filled with the urge to kill, his face was cold and cruel, and his eyes were always fixed on her.

He couldn't help wanting to see her, and took the risk to sneak into the palace, but he didn't want to see such a scene.

Suddenly, he thought absurdly, did he fulfill them by doing this?

Forcibly pinching the palm of his hand to bleed, Lu Xingfu left coldly, full of viciousness and viciousness, but he couldn't explain the reason for the mania in his heart.

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After Lu Zhizhi understood what she meant by boil, he shook his head: "It doesn't seem to work."

Lu Zhizhi closed his eyes and raised his lips.

Song Le frowned in a daze, finally pursed her lips, and lay down without saying anything.

Lu Zhizhi sat on the bed, looked at the little person on the other side of the bed, feeling confused.

"Zhizhi." Before the elder brother could say the words, his cheek was held, and Lu Zhizhi kissed him softly and carefully.

Lu Zhizhi took the medicine for her, and looked at the person whose face was flushed because of the medicine, his eyes moved.

Song Le has been nervous and irritable since the daytime, and she can't read the small stories. She got stuck in her embroidery several times, and was finally confiscated by A Bao forcibly, but her mood didn't ease at all until nightfall.

Immediately, the whole body was wrapped in warmth, Song Le hesitated for a moment, listened to his deep and shallow breathing as if sleeping, clenched his hands, but still did not move.

night.

In the evening, seeing Lu Zhizhi after taking a bath, still smeared with moisture, taking off his coat and walking over, Song Le couldn't help pursing his lips tightly, embarrassed.

Falling asleep and falling asleep, the medicinal properties of the acacia really kicked in again.

Song Le heard the words and fell silent.

But no matter how procrastinated, the third day came.

The candle was extinguished, Song Le gradually felt drowsy, and he didn't know if the window was not closed tightly, and there was a cold wind blowing in, Song Le flinched, and was hugged unconsciously by the person behind him with.

Lu Zhizhi looked at her curled up with her back to him, and said helplessly, "It's too cold outside, I'll sleep here and do nothing, okay?"

Song Le didn't answer, Lu Zhizhi bit his lip and lay down.

After a brief kiss, before Song Le wanted to back away, Lu Zhizhi restrainedly let her go.

"...Brother Zhizhi, will it be all right to get through tonight?"

She had a slender and handsome figure in a white tunic, Lu Zhizhi reached out and pulled her soft black hair behind her ears, revealing her fair and small ears.

His face flushed slightly, like a teenager in love: "Le'er..."

Song Le came over slowly, and met his amber tender eyes as soon as he raised his eyes.

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After a long time, she rubbed her drooping head and said, "Don't be afraid, if you don't want to, then we won't..."

After Song Le understood his desire to speak but stopped, she hummed and nodded.

Without blowing out the candle, Song Le lay on the bed with a distance from him, with his head turned to the inside.

Lu Zhizhi was always awake, propping his face with one hand, his pampered hand was always running along her silky and beautiful long hair.

As time passed by, Song Le didn't feel sleepy, but tremors and emptiness surged up.