Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

Including Behaka, struggling on the edge of the critical line.

Some ideas, once they come to mind, they are rooted in the soil like seeds. Without too much human intervention, they will break through the soil and grow rapidly.

Kwon Nai was a little farther away from him, keeping a distance, with a hazy distance beauty, "This is a public garden."

Bihaka coughed awkwardly, put the book on her lap, and looked straight ahead, but she glanced at Kona who was basking in the sun from time to time.

The heartbeat speeds up, as if about to jump out.

How could there be such an emotion inexplicably? !

Baihaka was a little irritable. He turned his face and brewed for a while, "Miffel, what do you think of... me?"

His voice was very small, lacking confidence, and he didn't even hear him clearly.

Kwon Nai pretended not to hear, and moved a little closer, and slapped Bihaka as if he hadn't heard it, making his restless heart even more chaotic.

"what did you say?"

Before Baihaka could answer, Kwonna got up and left. She smiled at Baihaka, the corner of her mouth was just right, "If you have anything urgent, we will discuss it after dinner tonight, right? I am now. I want to go back to sleep..."

go to bed?

A person?

Baihaka shook his head, shook off the evil factor that was growing in his heart, and replied, "Okay, I... I will come tonight."

Back in the room, Kwon Nai changed into an unusually cool nightgown, with long slender and white legs exposed outside, and the skirt was very short and short, with an indescribable temptation.

She only covered a corner of the quilt, most of her skin was exposed, and the room was not locked.

Patter.

Hearing a little movement, Kwon-na hurriedly faced the door and pretended to sleep.

The door that had been tightly closed was opened by someone from the outside.

A pair of eyes stared straight at the fragrant little girl through the narrow gap, her tender face rubbed against the comfortable pillow.

The brainwashed Baihaka couldn't help it anymore. He looked around, quickly opened the door and approached the room, locked it, and used magic to form a small enchantment.

His face was full of wretched and narcissistic expressions, and he thought he was very handsome, unbuttoned the first button of the saint clothing, and sat beside Kwon Nai's bed.

Sniffing the scent of the little white cat's milk greedily, his hand slowly approached Kwon Nai's white feet and touched them lightly.

The girl who seemed unprepared shuddered and exclaimed.

"So sensitive?" Baihaka couldn't help but smile.

Kwon-na rolled his eyes wide in his heart, resisting the feeling of vomiting.

Baihaka leaned over and took care of Li Quanna's hair with extremely light strength. He had restrained and forbeared before, and gradually changed the taste.

His legs are not very long, so he tiptoed up with these movements, even climbed onto the soft bed, his lips covered.

Kwon Nai quickly turned his head, the servant still didn't constrain, and moved over with the girl's head, thinking about taking advantage, and finally had to hold her chin firmly.

Just as he was about to succeed, Kona opened his eyes and pushed Bahakar away, staring at him in shock.

"You...what are you doing?!"

Almost broke the sound.

Baihaka took a few steps back nervously, but found that he had already set up an enchantment, no one could enter, his expression relaxed a lot, and he simply broke the jar.