A spoiled brat at max level transmigrates into the male lead's vicious ex-girlfriend.

If he keeps trying, and tries even harder, wouldn't it be more likely that she'll fall for him?

And is it the kind of liking he wants?

Just as Meng Mian's eyelids were starting to droop, she suddenly remembered something and sat up again:

"Hey, where's my God of Wealth? I haven't seen him at all! I have a deity here, and even though you're lying to me, I still want my God of Wealth to meet the deity."

"Wait for me! My God of Wealth lives next door. I'll go call him right now."

"Of course, it would be even better if you could take my God of Wealth with you to heaven tomorrow morning so you can meet the other gods as well."

As she spoke, Meng Mian was already getting out of bed.

But because one foot hadn't fully pulled out of the blanket, she tripped and fell off the bed.

"Watch out!" Ji Silin, who was sitting on the carpet facing the bed, was startled and quickly caught her as she pounced on him.

Ji Silin's heart almost stopped beating.

That's too dangerous.

Moreover, she has pain hypersensitivity; even if her life isn't in danger, she'll be in excruciating pain.

Even if Ji Silin catches Meng Mian's movements as gently as possible.

But Meng Mian jumped off the bed, almost crashing into Ji Silin's arms.

Meng Mian was still in pain, her eyes brimming with tears.

She even subconsciously cried out, "Ji Silin, it hurts."

Ji Silin didn't even notice how soft and sweet the person in his arms was; he just tenderly coaxed her, "It won't hurt for long, it won't hurt for long, don't cry. Don't cry."

The only saving grace now is that Meng Mian didn't get hurt when she lunged down.

Meng Mian, who was perched on Ji Silin's shoulder, blinked.

Then he said, "The way you look now, you do resemble my God of Wealth."

Ji Silin: "..."

Fine.

The person who called out "Ji Silin" just now was probably calling her the God of Wealth.

He and she are now two different people, each with their own God of Wealth.

Ji Silin even felt that he was a little jealous.

Jealous of oneself.

"Can you stand up?" he asked softly.

She is exceptionally gentle.

The pain comes and goes.

When I hit Ji Silin in the arms, it hurt terribly.

But the pain did subside very quickly.

Meng Mian had already gotten up from Ji Silin's arms, but she didn't choose a good foothold and slid down Ji Silin's calf.

She suddenly lunged down again.

Fortunately, she was already holding onto Ji Silin's shoulders with both hands.

He pounced again, but instead of falling into Ji Silin's arms, he kissed Ji Silin on the lips.

Ji Silin was slightly raising his head, watching Meng Mian help him up.

He was still supporting Meng Mian with both hands.

Unexpectedly, Meng Mian suddenly collapsed again, and he instinctively rushed to support her and steady her.

Because he managed to steady her in time, Meng Mian didn't fall into his arms or hit his lips, causing both of them to feel a lot of pain in their teeth and lips.

But they kissed so softly.

Ji Silin was stunned.

Meng Mian was also stunned for a moment.

Ji Silin was the first to react and quickly turned her head away.

The tips of her ears turned red.

His heart was pounding like a drum, and he was wondering what Meng Mian would think when she woke up tomorrow and remembered this.

Because Meng Mian was still drunk and the effects of the alcohol hadn't completely worn off, her reactions were a beat slower than Ji Silin's.

When she came to her senses and saw that Ji Silin had turned his head away in such a hurry, she frowned and said softly:

"What are you doing? I didn't do it on purpose. Besides, I'm so good-looking, why are you complaining?"

Ji Silin felt embarrassed, but the tips of her ears turned even redder. "No, no, I don't mean it."

His eyes darted around.

He paused, then added, "You'll find out tomorrow."

The little drunkard Meng Mian couldn't understand now, but an even stronger wave of drowsiness washed over her, making her even sleepier.

Once she was finally standing still, she rubbed her eyes and said, "So sleepy."

She had completely forgotten to go next door to find her God of Wealth.

Unable to stay awake any longer, she climbed onto the bed, her eyes already closed, and mumbled, "I want to sleep."

He even muttered, "You can't run."

Then I just lay down and fell asleep, all soft and cuddly.

One hand even reached out again to grab Ji Silin's hand.

Ji Silin was helpless.

But I still pulled the thin blanket over her and gently covered her with it, carefully tucking the corners of the blanket in.

Thinking about the sensation on his lips just now, Ji Silin's cold gaze unconsciously fell on Meng Mian's lips.

It's so soft.

I want to...

The next second, he immediately coughed dryly, his gaze shifting away as if he had been burned.

Although one of his hands was still on the bed being pulled by Meng Mian, he quickly turned his back to the bed and sat on the carpet.

Anyway, he didn't dare to look at Meng Mian on the bed again.

His ear tips were burning hot.

……

Practice makes perfect.

The next day, when Meng Mian opened her eyes, she saw Ji Silin sitting by her bedside, looking at her expressionlessly, with one hand being held by her. She was stunned for only a second before she realized what was happening.

She must have been drunk again, and then Ji Silin picked her up and brought her back.

After all, she realized she seemed to be drunk before she collapsed.

Meng Mian hurriedly recalled.

After collapsing, I have no memory of how I got out of the nightclub.

When she regained her memories, she was already in her room on her bed, being woken up by Ji Silin, who made her drink a hangover soup.

She actually thought she was still the same person who was drunk last time, and said she had just drunk a hangover soup.

Ji Silin actually cooperated quite well, even coaxing her and resorting to threats, but still couldn't get her to drink the hangover soup.

Later, he coaxed her even more, saying that he would not only take her to heaven the next morning, but also take her to see other gods.

It was only with great difficulty that they managed to get her to drink the hangover soup.

Thinking of this, Meng Mian felt both embarrassed and a little sorry for Ji Silin.

Only Ji Silin had a good temper; despite all the trouble she was causing, she still insisted on making her drink the hangover soup.

At the same time, Meng Mian felt a sweet feeling in her heart.

Truly, only Ji Silin truly kept her pain hypersensitivity in mind and never forgot it for a moment.

But then I remembered that when she was drunk, she actually thought that her God of Wealth and Ji Silin were two different people.

She even said that Ji Silin was not as good as her God of Wealth, and that Ji Silin was not good.

Meng Mian was even more embarrassed.

But the next second, the memories that followed left her stunned.

My heart started pounding.

She actually said that her favorite deity is the God of Wealth!

Isn't that just telling Ji Silin that she likes Ji Silin the most?

Good heavens, how is this any different from a confession of love?!

Meng Mian groaned inwardly, wishing she could bury her face in the pillow.

Later, Ji Silin even asked, with some confusion, about this favorite thing.

It's just that she thinks her God of Wealth and Ji Silin are two different people. She says she doesn't like Ji Silin at all, and that she likes her God of Wealth the most.

This is practically a confession!

Meng Mian's face flushed.

However, she later mentioned that she liked the God of Wealth the most because he gave her a lot of money and treated her very well.

Ji Silin didn't ask any more questions after that.

Did they not take it to heart at all?

Did she think it was the same as how she always praised him as the best and said he was the best to her?

That's not what I meant at all.

Meng Mian thought it was very likely.

The temperature on her face finally dropped.

But the next moment, she was stunned again.

What are the next memories in her mind?