Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's spoiled ex-girlfriend

Rong She didn't speak. Ke Miantang turned to look at him and found him looking out the window.

She had no choice but to put her feet into the water to test the temperature herself.

The water was warm, which felt very comfortable.

Ke Miantang hesitated whether to go into the water, and then splashed her toes on the surface of the water twice.

The water rippled out, and suddenly a pair of large hands grabbed her waist.

"what!"

Before the exclamation could even finish, the person had already been pulled from the shore into the water.

The warm water instantly engulfed her, and she instinctively wrapped her legs tightly around his narrow waist, her arms around his neck, clinging to him like a frightened cat.

Water splashed everywhere.

Ke Miantang choked on her water and looked up angrily.

Rong She's face was close at hand; his eyes were blackened by water, his wet hair clung to his forehead, and water droplets slid down his sharp jawline.

Black swim trunks hung low on her hips, her shoulder and back muscles faintly visible in the water.

"Rong She! You scared me!" She was both embarrassed and annoyed, calling his name angrily.

He didn't respond, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes growing darker with each inch he looked at her.

The black bikini, soaked through, almost became a second skin, clinging tightly to his soft breasts and pressing against his bare chest, the sensation all too clear.

The curve was squeezed out in an ambiguous line, slightly overflowing the edge of the fabric, and water droplets trickled down that curve.

Rong She's Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing became noticeably heavier.

He raised his hand and pinched her lower back, his fingertips grinding hard against the skin. Then he looked down and saw that there should have been a birthmark there, but he couldn't see anything there.

So there really wasn't a birthmark.

My heart suddenly pounded painfully in my chest at that moment.

Rong She lowered his eyes, his tone seemingly casual: "Where's the birthmark on your waist?"

Ke Miantang's waist went weak from his touch, and she blinked in confusion: "I don't have a birthmark, you must be mistaken, I've never had any birthmarks."

After saying this, she wanted to ask the system about the birthmark, but there was no response after calling out several times.

She then remembered that the system had mentioned a background upgrade, which probably hadn't started yet, so she quickly dismissed it.

The next second, the knuckles around the waist suddenly tightened.

"Ouch!" Ke Miantang cried out in pain, her watery eyes widening as she patted his shoulder a few times. "You're hurting me, let go!"

Rong ignored her and instead pinched her even tighter, lowering his head to silence her with a kiss.

Ke Miantang was stunned when her lip was bitten.

His kiss was forceful and oppressive; his tongue pried open her teeth, kissing her deeply and fiercely, as if confirming something.

Ke Miantang was breathless from the kiss and weakly pushed him away. It was only with great difficulty that she was finally released.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse as he pressed his lips against hers.

She glared at him, her eyes reddening from the kiss: "Of course I'm Ke Mian Tang!"

He bit her lower lip again.

"Ouch..." she cried out in pain, her full lips glistening with moisture.

"Who are you?" he asked again, a dark emotion surging in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

"I really am Ke Miantang..." She angrily pinched his face, her fingertips sinking into his taut cheeks, but found that his expression was very serious.

Her movements froze.

Rong She stared intently at her with his dark eyes, his gaze so intense it seemed to burn through her skin, trying to see who was hiding beneath.

Feeling a chill run down her spine under his gaze, Ke Miantang unconsciously tightened her grip on his neck.

She felt as if this man's self-control was about to crumble.

The water rippled gently as her soft body pressed against him, her frantic heartbeat audible through the thin, damp fabric.

Rong She smiled, a smile that was both cold and dangerous.

"Really?" you little liar.

Before long, Rong She used one hand to support himself on the edge of the pool, lifted her up, and then climbed up himself.

The poolside was shrouded in mist. His wet black hair was swept back, revealing his handsome face with well-defined bone structure. Water droplets clung to his eyelashes, making him look nonchalant and abstinent.

Before Ke Miantang could even stand properly, he pushed her into a deckchair sofa on the shore.

Water splashed up, and the coolness was instantly swallowed up by the soft cushion behind me.

Before she could react, everything went dark.

Rong She climbed down, his arms braced against her ears, his broad shoulders blocking out most of the sunlight. Water droplets dripped from his chin, landing on her collarbone, making her shiver slightly from the coolness.

Ke Miantang instinctively reached out to push, but the moment her palm touched him, she didn't want to move anymore.

The touch was wet and slippery, and the thin layer of muscle beneath his fingertips was surprisingly hard. The moisture mixed with his scent made her head spin.

She could even feel the direction of the muscle fibers under his skin, and the slight tension he deliberately tensed.

Ke Miantang's eyes widened, her pupils reflecting the way he looked down at her, Rong She's eyes flickering with uncertainty.

She wanted to stop, but couldn't bear to.

Instead, her fingers curled up slightly, and her fingertips gently grazed his pectoral muscles.

The touch was too wonderful; her cheeks first turned pale, then slowly flushed crimson. Despite her shyness, she didn't let go.

Like a kitten clinging to dried fish, it knows it should run away, but its claws hold on tightly.

She really liked his physique.

Upon seeing this, Rong She smiled.

He stepped back slightly, bracing himself on either side of her again, creating a small distance between them, and looked at her with a leisurely air.

"Have you touched enough?" he asked unhurriedly. "You little pervert."

"I'm not a pervert," Ke Miantang retorted, pouting.

She had barely finished speaking when she met his gaze.

Rong She stopped laughing. He was looking at her very seriously, almost scrutinizing her, as if he wanted to see right through her.

A restrained emotion surged deep within his pupils, like the last second before a chain is stretched to its limit.

Ke Miantang's throat bobbed slightly, and she suddenly felt a little afraid to look him in the eye.

Immediately afterwards, a tingling, soft sensation spread up from the base of my spine, as if all my strength had been drained away.

Her fingers were still pressed against his chest muscles, and her fingertips began to tremble slightly.

Too foul.

His gaze was too intense; the feeling of being watched and having nowhere to escape terrified her, yet also brought a secret thrill.

She called out to the system in her mind three times, but that useless person didn't respond at all.

It's never there when I need it, but it's always chattering away in my head.

Ke Miantang was so angry that she cursed its ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart, but cursing it was useless, and she still had to face it.

The man in front of her had no intention of letting her go.

Rong She didn't notice the turmoil in her heart. He then raised his hand, pinched her chin, his fingertips slightly cool, and lifted her face with an undeniable force, leaning down to kiss her.

It's not what I imagined.

She thought it would be a fierce kiss, after all, he wasn't a good-tempered person to the core.

But in reality, he kissed her very gently.

His lips pressed against hers, slowly taking her in, grinding against her lips gently and patiently.

Ke Miantang's hands unconsciously climbed onto his shoulders, his palms revealing his smooth, wet skin and beautifully defined muscles.

She instinctively gripped tightly, her knuckles curling up one by one.