Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

In order not to let the male lead die, Shen Mubai divided a large chunk.

But compared to Roselle's, the piece in front of her is not worth mentioning.

Roselle sat across from her and ate the cake not slowly.

He drips his eyes slightly, making people blind to the color of his eyes.

After a while, Shen Mubai couldn't help but say, "You don't have to force yourself. ”

She puts in a little bit of cream, even if she doesn't eat so much, she must be tired of vomiting.

Roselle stopped the action in her hand, "No pressure, the owner made the cake and it was delicious. ”

Shen Kibai could not see whether he spoke or not, after all, the man had always been this emotionless look.

She watched carefully and found that the other person was not uncomfortable, so she lowered her head and continued to eat her own cake.

But because she had dinner, she now eats one-half of it, and the rest is really a little hard to plug, not to mention she had chocolate a while ago.

“If you can't eat, you can leave it to me.” Roselle's voice rang from that side.

Shen Mubai didn't mean to give him the cake he had left, shook his head, "I can still eat it. ”

She scooped another bite of cream and sent it to her mouth.

Then slightly frowned.

A little tired.

“Please don't force yourself.” Roselle doesn't know when to stand up.

Shen wood raised his eyes white and stared slightly wide-eyed when he saw that he had eaten those cakes clean and dry.

The dark-haired man bowed down slightly to take the cake away from her.

Shen Mubai hastily blocked it and summoned the maid to dispose of it.

But what she didn't expect was that Roselle would take it from her next second and eat it with a slight drop of her eyes and no emotion.

“Roselle...” she opened her mouth and felt a bit of indescribable shame.

Roselle quickly resolved the rest of the cake, and the cream invaded his beautiful thin lips with a bright trace that seemed unusually seductive under the perfect face of abstinence.

He slowly put the dish down and said, “What a shame you worked so hard to throw it away. ”

Shengwood White had a strange illusion, and she suspected, even now, that the cake was thrown in the trash can. Dark-haired men are also likely to find it inside and continue enjoying it with no hesitation.

The idea was horrible, and she threw it away and said, “It's just a piece of cake, and if you like, I can make it for you for your next birthday. ”

“My pleasure.” The other person's eyes fell on her for a good while.

Shen Kibai always felt like he was missing something.

I don't remember until I'm back in my room to wash up.

By the way, she forgot to light the candle.

In other words, Roselle didn't make a wish tonight.

Shen Kibai knocked on his head. This is linked to the task.

So he knocked on Roselle's door, ignoring the situation.

The door quickly opened from the inside and the dark-haired man lowered his head slightly, "Master, can I help you? ”

Shen Mubai lifted her neck a little too hard, and she found that Roselle was too tall.

No, she's too short, to be exact.

It seemed to me that she was feeling a little depressed, and Roselle looked down at her and looked at her flat, then stretched out one hand and touched her hair, "Your hair hasn't dried out yet, which can easily cool off. ”