Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

Lost in thought, he swallowed a mouthful of rice before he could chew it properly, and immediately choked.

She coughed softly a few times, her face flushed red, and instinctively reached out to touch the teacup on the table, but found nothing; there was no tea on her table at all.

Just as I was feeling unwell, a hand with distinct knuckles reached out, holding a cup of warm tea between its fingers.

Qi Yang looked over, but Shen Hengzhi wasn't looking at her. Instead, he was talking to someone else with a nonchalant expression. Qi Yang's eyes flickered, and she reached out to take the drink, sipping it slowly.

The tea slid down her throat, and Qi Yang let out a breath.

Qi Yang secretly glanced at Shen Hengzhi's hand holding the chopsticks, feeling her face burning as if it were on fire. She subconsciously pressed the back of her hand to her cheek; it was scalding hot to the touch, and even her ears were burning.

Qi Yang thought to herself that it was probably caused by choking earlier, and that she would be fine after a while.

A moment later, the heat not only did not subside, but intensified, spreading from her cheeks down her neck, and even her breathing became somewhat rapid.

Her vision gradually blurred, and Shen Hengzhi's face appeared both near and far before her eyes, causing her heart to beat faster for no apparent reason.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me! This servant deserves to die! This servant didn't mean to..."

In a blur, Qi Yang seemed to see a servant-like figure kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to Shen Hengzhi's right, while Shen Hengzhi frowned slightly, his body soaked with tea.

Shen Hengzhi frowned and said coldly, "Go down and receive your punishment."

The servant felt as if he had been granted a pardon and hurriedly retreated, trembling.

Soaked to the bone, Shen Hengzhi had no choice but to leave his seat and go to the side room to change. Those present, who had witnessed the farce, all expressed their understanding.

Shen Hengzhi turned around and saw Qi Yang's flushed face. Her eyes were glazed over, and she looked as if she were drunk.

Shen Hengzhi's brows furrowed more and more. He glanced at the teacup in her fingers, then suddenly grabbed Qi Yang's wrist and pulled her up from the chair. "Let's go."

Qi Yang stumbled as he pulled her, and was almost half-supported and half-dragged as he walked out.

The maids and servants behind him exchanged bewildered glances. Before they could react, Shen Hengzhi turned away without looking back and whispered, "Don't follow me."

Perhaps mindful of the guests behind him, the young man kept his voice very low, and none of the servants dared to make a sound.

He led Qi Yang through the corridor, and the breeze brushed against her burning cheeks, but instead of sobering her up, it made the heat even more unbearable.

Her steps became increasingly unsteady, and she could only stand by leaning against Shen Hengzhi's chest. She was almost losing consciousness, and her small hands clung to the man's chest.

"It's so hot..."

Shen Hengzhi's arm steadily supported her waist. Upon closer inspection, her steps became somewhat unsteady. He reached out and held her wandering hand to prevent her from touching him, his eyes deep and serious.

Now that things have come to this, what is there that Shen Hengzhi doesn't understand?

She has clearly been drugged.

Recalling the cup of tea he had handed her, and the tea that the servant had accidentally spilled on him, Shen Hengzhi pursed his thin lips slightly, revealing a cold and hard curve.

He glanced down at the flushed face of the person in his arms, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I'm sorry..."

After all, he had personally handed her that cup of tea.

Shen Hengzhi quickly led Qi Yang to the side room and summoned his guards to stand watch, forbidding anyone else from getting close.

Qi Yang was completely out of her mind. She was placed on the bed, and her hands unconsciously tugged at her clothes, as if she was pulling at something. "It's too hot."

Shen Hengzhi gripped his hand tightly and left; it was too late to fetch a doctor now.

Shen Hengzhi picked her up and carried her into the inner room, placing her in the bathtub that had just been prepared. As soon as she came into contact with the cold water, the girl curled up into a ball, saying, "It's so cold."

Because her hands kept tugging at her collar, a section of her fair neck and collarbone was exposed.

Shen Hengzhi looked away, took a deep breath, took off his outer robe and covered her with it. Seeing her gritting her teeth and enduring this extreme heat and cold, he felt a pang of pity.

"Yangyang, please bear with me."

He tenderly stroked the girl's cheek, brushing away the wet hair from her face, which was already flushed.

"Yangyang, just bear with it a little longer, it'll be over soon." His tone was full of tenderness.

Qi Yang vaguely heard someone speaking, and with difficulty opened her eyes, she saw Shen Hengzhi's face.

She blinked, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"It's so hot..." her voice was soft, trembling with tears, "I feel so uncomfortable..."

Shen Hengzhi's body stiffened.

She knew nothing now; Qi Yang was simply instinctively searching for something to make her feel better. Her hand gripped his sleeve, the force was light, yet it made Shen Hengzhi tremble.

He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "Yangyang."

The young man's voice was low and restrained. "You have a fiancé."

Qi Yang seemed to understand the words "fiancé," but she didn't understand why Shen Hengzhi would mention them. She only knew that the person in front of her was very close and had a familiar scent that made her feel at ease.

Thinking this, her little hand unconsciously reached out.

Shen Hengzhi felt the small hand pressed against his chest, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached out to pinch her chin, gently stroking it with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy, carrying an indescribable possessiveness.

"Yangyang, are you still going to meet other people and marry your fiancé?"

Qi Yang was forced to look up at him by having his chin pinched.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Her body felt as if it were being burned alive, while his entire being, including his aura, was cold. He exuded an aura that made her want to get closer.

"Speak up, Yangyang," he said in a low, hoarse voice.

Tears welled in Qi Yang's eyes. Shen Hengzhi lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, their breaths mingling. "Do you want to hold me?"

Qi Yang seemed to understand what he meant.

She nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down her face.

Shen Hengzhi did not hesitate any longer. He leaned down and kissed her lips.

Qi Yang closed her eyes and felt a cool sensation on her face. She instinctively wanted to move closer to cool herself down.

Shen Hengzhi noticed her approach, paused for a moment, then held her head with his fingers and deepened his kiss.

Qi Yang felt suffocated by the fierce kiss. She subconsciously turned her face away to breathe, but Shen Hengzhi did not give her a chance to escape.

The sound of water filled the air.

After an unknown amount of time, as darkness gradually fell, the girl was finally picked up and wrapped in a large robe to cover her naked body. Exhausted, she fainted and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Hengzhi lowered his eyes, his gaze hazy, taking in her sleeping face, but there was no satisfaction in his eyes.

The night is still long.