Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The days are just like this, until the snow melts and the warm sun appears, the progress bar that has been stationary on Jiang’s head slowly rises until When the sound of the system in the mind began, Shen Mubai, who was in the other's arms, stunned and then woke up from the stupid sleep.

"The mission progress reaches 100%, please prepare the host to enter the next world."

The warmth of the sun outside the window shines on the grass outside, and falls through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the cats and teenagers. It is just the right temperature.

The person who fell asleep on the tatami was as beautiful as a jade, and the cold look of the unrequited, with the gentleness of breaking into the heart, quietly resembled a picture.

Shen Mubai stared at each other for a while, until the sound of the system sounded again, only to return to God, shouted, "wait for me."

The yellow and white cats came out of the juvenile's arms, and the mouth touched the other's chin gently. The low voice screamed, "Hey~" Goodbye to the shovel.

It seems to be noticed that the teenager who was asleep suddenly opened his eyes and re-entered the restless cat into his arms. The relatives and her reached the forehead, with a slightly hoarse and cool voice, "Don't move."

Shen Mubai's match with him, the green scorpion stared at him for a moment.

The cat's soft and comfortable hair gives the teenager a little sense of security and closes his eyes again.

The teenagers and cats in the house, the sunshine outside is just right.

The sun outside has been faintly showing signs of falling, and the sleepiness in the brain dissipated. Jiang suddenly opened his eyes, and the cat in his arms seemed to be still quiet and asleep.

The lips are exposed to a shallow curvature. He is trying to reach out to the other's furry head with inertia. The sight of a certain place can't help but the squat of the hole is violently contracted.

The atmosphere in the living room is very quiet, with a juvenile stalemate in the air, a touch of scent.

The dim light falls on the other side, and no one can see the look hidden in the shadows.

In the end, the teenager just quietly held the cat that had become cold and cold in his arms.

He did not say a word, a word.

It’s just gentle to alienate the cat with some messy hair, then whisper softly, “Stupid cat...”

In the tone of voice is full of pets and connivance, but with a hint of unclear meaning.

Jiang Yiran has reverted to the original appearance of the previous one. The girls who had grown up a lot of courage after the end of the school festival have retracted into the shell, dare not confess, and dare not send a love letter.

It’s cold, it’s a distant sense of distance, or it’s really a river.

The gentleness that has been inadvertently exposed in the past is nothing more than a water-moon mirror, or a short-lived one.

There was a potted flower in the bedroom, and Jiang was taken care of every day. Most of the time was left to it. His eyes were soft and sly, and his heart and love for the potted flower were visible.

But the pure white flowers in the pots faded day by day, and there was an indescribable smell in the room.

Because the body of a cat was buried below.

Jiang Yiran did not seem to care. He stood by the window, staring at the flower pot, focusing and gentle.

Until the sun in the sky was stained with a dim light, the river hidden in the shadows slowly raised his head. The original scorpion was thick and inky, and the smile on his lips was creepy and gentle. "This world Still not?"

The incomprehensible sighs screamed, revealing madness and paranoia. "I will follow you all the time."

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