The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

On the pretext that he didn't like to be tainted with the smell of strangers, Teng Zihang took Luo Liyan back to her room and successfully occupied her bathroom.

When he came out after washing, Luo Liyan saw him clearly wearing his bathrobe.

The pink flamingo embroidered on the chest is hard to ignore.

But when Teng Zihang saw himself staring at him, not only did he not feel guilty at all, but he became particularly excited.

The corners of Luo Liyan's eyes twitched, and she couldn't bear to look directly.

"I just used this bathrobe and haven't used it yet." She emphasized.

I went to Teng Zihang's house today, and looking at his spotless home, I knew that even if he didn't have mysophobia, he was still a very clean person.

I don’t know why he became so fussy now.

"It's okay, you're not dirty." Teng Zihang shrugged nonchalantly, but at the end he looked at Luo Liyan and raised the corners of his lips in pleasure: "Besides, even if you turn into a dirty little cat one day, I won't I won’t dislike you.”

When Luo Liyan heard what he said, she didn't know why, so she imagined a picture of herself falling into a manure pit.

Before he could even pick himself up, Luo Liyan immediately felt sick and quickly pushed the image out of his mind.

Teng Zihang casually blew the mat's hair until it was half dry under the bed, then sat on it and directly took Luo Liyan into his arms.

In fact, according to his usual practice, this hair will not be blown out.

But now he had to take care of the frail little guy, so he had to be patient.

Putting his chin against Luo Liyan's forehead, Teng Zihang gently sniffed her hair, with a soft and honeyed smile at the corners of his slightly drooped eyes.

It's a pity that Luo Liyan couldn't see his affectionate look at this moment.

"You smell so good." Teng Zihang sighed, rubbing his chin lightly.

The clear voice was like the evening breeze carrying the residual warmth of the sunset, sliding over Luo Liyan's heart.

Twisting uncomfortably, she reached out and pushed Teng Zihang with some resistance.

"We both have the same smell. That brand of shower gel is so fragrant that you won't be able to pick up other smells after washing it for a long time." Her words were full of incomprehensible amorous feelings.

Teng Zihang was choked and laughed angrily, looking at her helplessly, "It's different!"

"???" Luo Liyan tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously.

"Everyone has their own body fragrance. Even if the shower gel is fragrant, it is just mixed together. So the smell between the two of us is still very different. If you don't believe it, just smell it." Teng Zihang said Then he pressed himself against Luo Liyan's body.

Luo Liyan was so angry that her head hurt.

His hand unconsciously touched the side, wanting to take the phone and give him a good beating.

But she hasn't got the phone yet, so she can't touch it.

He could only be forced by Teng Zihang, with the tip of his nose pressed against his chest.

The warm touch made her heart twitch, and even her head hurt so much that she screamed.

All his senses were wandering on the verge of losing control, but Teng Zihang seemed to be completely unaware.

Still trying to kill her, he grabbed the back of her head with his big palm and pressed her into his arms.

This slightly forced action broke Luo Liyan's last string.

Her thoughts were in a daze for a moment, and she opened her mouth and bit into it.

Teng Zihang's body stiffened in pain, but he did not push her away, but touched her head comfortingly.