Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 63 The Young League Mainly Loves and Kills Me ([-])
Those eyes that were still in a daze a few seconds ago are a little more agile now, turning left and right, but they dare not look at him.

As he lowered her body, her eyelashes trembled more and more uncomfortably—like a small mushroom that accidentally exposed itself to the rain of bullets. .

Han Yu was amused in his heart, but he didn't get any closer. He slowed down and changed back to the previous topic, "Are you injured?"

After more than ten seconds of silence, the little ostrich under him slowly pulled his head out of the sand.

Bai Ling looked at him and shook his head cautiously.

Han Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

A little fool with a mind is always more reassuring than a little fool who is slaughtered by others.

This person was imprisoned by the useless hands and feet, and was isolated from the world for so long. It is estimated that his body has grown up, but his heart is still a child.

Now that he knew that she was not so harmless, instead of feeling afraid of her, he felt an inexplicable joy on the contrary.

Bai Ling was confused when he heard a ding sound.

[Emotion value +10, current emotion value 40]

The system didn't recover until Han Yu left them behind and turned around to go out the door.

It stammered and asked Bai Ling, "...Why did you reveal your secrets? Not only did he not execute you on the spot, but he also gave you emotion points?"

Bai Ling didn't reply.

She raised her hand thoughtfully, caressing her face in a charming way.

It wasn't until 233 got goosebumps all over her body from being startled by her snake-like movements, that she said quietly, "I have two explanations here, which one do you want to listen to?"

The system blinked, surprised that its own host came up with an idea so quickly, "Talk about the one you think is most right first."

Bai Ling followed it and blinked, and said solemnly, "He was conquered by my personality charm, and he was happy for me when he saw that I wasn't stupid."

system:"……"

your charm?

...the charm of rolling over on the floor as a mop, or the charm of nearly crashing headfirst into the back of a chair? !
Bai Ling saw the bright disbelief in its expression, and narrowed its beautiful eyes.

In the end, 233 still didn't dare to speak out against his murderous intent.

The corners of its eyes twitched, and it changed the subject, "You...you should talk about the second one."

Bai Ling snorted, leaned back comfortably on the soft couch, and said concisely, "It's because of my face."

System: "...=口="

Is this different from the one just now? !
Just another way of saying it, the essence of narcissism has not changed!

My host doesn't have a B number in his heart at all!
"You don't believe it?" Bai Ling squinted at it.

"Human beings are all visual animals, and the male lead is no exception—even if the distinction is clear intellectually, subconsciously, he still sees me as Liu Hongyuan."

It's just a Liu Hongyuan who has no genocide with him... and can come together without any grievances.

233 didn't understand, it remembered the bottle of medicine that Han Yu poured into Liu Hongyuan when it first transmigrated into this world, and its heart trembled.

If the male protagonist really sees the host as Liu Hongyuan, shouldn't he cut it off with one knife while he is in his hands now, so as to avoid future troubles forever.

...I really don't understand these two-legged creatures.

Or lie down and call 666 for yourself.

A demon and a system looked at each other speechlessly, chatting to death.

Bai Ling yawned a few times, he was so sleepy that he wanted to sleep flat, but he still put on a proper shape with dedication, curled up on the wooden couch like a quail.

After shrinking for less than half an hour, he felt a breath outside the house from far to near—it was Han Yu who had returned.

Han Yu didn't come back empty-handed.

He also brought back a large bathtub, and ran a few times with the small bucket, and quickly filled the bathtub.

The water temperature is carefully adjusted. When the hot water is poured in, there is a splashing sound and milky white steam.

Just looking at it makes people's pores open, and they want to absorb the clean and moist water vapor wholeheartedly.

Bai Ling's gaze stuck to it uncontrollably, staring longingly at the water.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

After wearing this kind of place with swords and swords, blood, sweat and gray stains hung on her body. After a while, she really couldn't get used to it.

Han Yu glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and smiled inwardly, but there was no expression on his face.

His slender fingers touched the water one after another, turned his head and asked Bai Ling, "Want to wash?"

Han Yu's voice was very low, and there was a sense of magnetism in his tone, like a hunter squatting beside a pit waiting for a rabbit to step into the trap, with seductive eyes and brows.

(End of this chapter)