Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Mubai agreed with a sigh.

Jiang Yiran was getting darker and deeper. After a while, he slowly began to say, "Like me a little more, still like it a little more?"

Shen Mubai thought about it, then she was held a little tight.

"喵呜~" I’m pleased to pick up the other’s hand, Shen Mubai raised his head, and the green scorpion stared at the man for a moment.

Jiang Yiran slightly picked up the lips.

Shen Mubai was comfortably touched by him, and could not help but make a small snoring sound, and the double green eyes also picked up slightly.

"Give you a name, okay." The tone is indifferent, but the sound of the ear's pregnancy sounds above.

The cat in her arms raised her head and her curious eyes fell on the other's face.

Jiang Yiran squinted his eyes and picked up the thin lips. "Little yellow?"

Shen Mubai slightly stunned his eyes and protested with dissatisfaction. "Hey!" What kind of ghost is Xiao Huang, sounds like a dog next door?

The slender white fingers seem to be soothing and stunned, and the smile in the eyes is flashing, but the face is still cold and cold, and Jiang Yiran continues to say that he can’t hear any emotion. "That's a little white."

The grief of Shen Mubai’s dissatisfaction rolled up in his own shovel’s arms, and he did not rely on me.

The big green and green cockroaches complained about the handsome face of the gods and anger, and they couldn’t scratch their heads with their claws. They only showed the curf’s curse.

Jiang Yiran’s face is calm and the tone is still the same. “Ah, you don’t like it...”

Shen Mubai looked at him with his eager eyes.

"Then just pick one."

Ah, Shen Mubai almost vomited blood. It was both a grievance and a grievance. He used his chin to lick the other’s fingers and made a snoring scream, trying to make the other party change this terrible idea.

"Little yellow." Jiang Yiran licked her furry head.

Shen Mubai buried his entire face with small claws and was unwilling to face reality.

"Little white." Did not hear the cat's response, Jiang Yiran naturally switched to a name.

Shen Mubai looked up in despair, and he screamed and screamed, "Hey~"

It’s better to be a little white, it’s better than Xiao Huang, and she doesn’t want to call the same name as the dog next door.

The thin lips were slightly picked up, and Jiang suddenly picked up the cat in his arms, then put it aside and reached for the desk lamp on the table.

The room fell into a darkness and only heard the groaning sound.

Shen Mubai’s brain was still awkward, until one hand gently touched her hair, accompanied by a clear and cool voice, “Good night.”

"Hey~" Good night, shovel.

In the darkness, I can see the face that is close at hand. The other side is sleeping in the direction of her side. The eyes are squatting. Usually, it is as cold as a face without emotion. It melts some frost and adds a touch of softness.

Shen Mubai blinked his eyes, then slowly yawned, and then fell into sleep.

In the middle of the night, the cat was moving in a restless position, approaching the place where the warm source was next, and finally touched the warm body, which was satisfactory again with a small grunt.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt warm and dry around, and the place I was leaning on was very comfortable. The woods opened my eyes and the body instinctively stretched out, and then I encountered a soft thing.

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