Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Lu Chengye looked at Jiang Li:

"Why are you going to join in the fun? Come in my car."

He doesn't like his girlfriend riding in other men's cars.

The air seemed to freeze briefly.

Qiao Yue stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to loosen or tighten her grip on Jiang Li's hand.

"Click".

The sound of a car door opening broke the silence.

The passenger door of the sports car was pushed open.

Pei Shiheng, dressed in a light gray casual outfit, stepped out of the carriage with his long legs and stood up calmly.

As he moved, a scent of cedarwood spread through the air, subtly calming the restless air currents around him.

He raised his hand, his well-defined fingers casually resting on the edge of the car door.

His gaze fell on Lu Chengye, his expression gentle.

"Chengye".

Pei Shiheng's voice was steady and clear, carrying his usual composure.

"Let the girls ride in this car; they can chat together along the way."

His gaze casually swept over the knuckles of Lu Chengye's fingers that were holding Jiang Li's wrist.

A dark emotion quickly subsided deep within his profound pupils.

Lu Chengye's brows were tightly furrowed.

He looked at Pei Shiheng, then at Qiao Yue beside him who was excited and unwilling to let go, and finally couldn't find any suitable reason to refuse.

In front of these brothers, Pei Shiheng's suggestion was dignified and appropriate, and he simply couldn't refute it.

Lu Chengye pressed his tongue against his back teeth, but finally let go.

"OK."

Qiao Yue cheered immediately and pulled Jiang Li to squeeze into the back row.

The instant we passed each other.

Pei Shiheng stood quietly in place, watching the girl's clothes brush past him.

A very faint, sweet fragrance, mixed with the morning breeze, brushed past his nose.

His long, slender fingers, hanging at his sides, suddenly curled up.

The finger bones, due to the sudden tension, faintly revealed a restrained paleness.

He actually had a more perfect excuse.

Just a glance, or a seemingly casual joke,

He could then legitimately sit in the same car as Jiang Li, letting her be covered in his scent.

But he can't.

An overly direct competition would alert Lu Chengye.

Moreover, Jiang Li hasn't fully seen through Lu Chengye's hypocrisy yet.

If he pushes too hard and reveals his true intentions,

That string called reason is easily broken, and it will only push her further away.

Reason and a secret possessiveness were pulling fiercely in his chest, and Pei Shiheng's Adam's apple slowly bobbed.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, the thick shadows perfectly concealing the turbulent, dark emotions churning within his eyes.

When Pei Shiheng looked up, his eyes regained their cool and gentle warmth.

He strode toward Lu Chengye's car, exuding a calming, pine-like aura.

[Absolutely amazing.]

The system was biting a small handkerchief in Jiang Li's mind.

Honey, this man has taken the "playing hard to get" tactic to a whole new level.

He was staring at you so intently he was practically grinding his teeth to dust, yet he still managed to maintain such a composed demeanor!

Absolutely amazing!

Jiang Li sat in the back seat of the sports car, turning her head to look out the window.

A gentle breeze ruffled her long hair, her expression hidden among the strands, only a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of her lips.

After getting off the bus, the morning mountain breeze carried a slightly astringent smell of grass and trees.

Standing on the open flat ground at the foot of the mountain, the group took out trekking poles and lightweight backpacks one after another from the trunk of their car.

Jiang Li is wearing a dark blue tracksuit today.

She had put her coat in her backpack, revealing a fitted short-sleeved shirt underneath.

The soft, clinging fabric of the clothes accentuated her slender yet graceful figure.

Her waistline is slender, and her legs are straight and long.

As Lu Chengye closed the car door, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly when his gaze fell on Jiang Li.

"I'll get the things."

Lu Chengye strode over and naturally tried to take the backpack from her hand.

Jiang Li took a half step back, avoiding his hand.

"It's not heavy, I can carry it myself. It's inconvenient for you to carry two bags."

Lu Chengye's hand hung in mid-air, his jawline taut.

Seeing her indifferent expression, he suppressed his irritation and withdrew his hand.

As you walk up the winding stone steps, the mountain path gradually becomes steeper.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the stone slabs.

Pei Shiheng always walked about two steps behind Jiang Li.

His positioning was very deliberate.

It's not too close to be abrupt, but at the same time, you can keep an eye on her center of gravity on this slope.

Whenever Jiang Li stepped on the slightly slippery moss, his hand would naturally reach out behind her arm to gently block her movement.

The clean, cool scent of cedar lingered faintly around Jiang Li.

There's a viewing platform up ahead.

Pei Yubai shouted from the front.

After rounding a bend, the view suddenly opened up.

Vast fields of wild purple verbena and chamomile spread along the hillside.

The sunlight poured down without reservation, and even the wind carried a rich, sweet fragrance.

The girls immediately cheered and ran over to take pictures.

Qiao Yue pulled the curly-haired girl deeper into the flower bushes, and Pei Yubai followed suit.

Holding up his phone to find the best angles for them, he managed to lead the other friends who had come with him away from the main road.

All that could be heard was the rustling of the wind through the flower stems.

Lu Chengye stopped and turned to look at Jiang Li.

He then stepped forward and grasped Jiang Li's wrist with his large hand.

Pei Shiheng stood a few steps away.

He looked at their clasped hands, his eyelashes drooping.

Thick eyelashes cast deep shadows in the eye sockets.

The knuckles of the fingers tucked into the pockets of the casual pants protruded sharply, creating deep creases in the fabric.

Beneath that refined and gentle exterior, something dark and sticky is growing wildly.

But he didn't say a word, and didn't even look away.

He stood there quietly, like an all-encompassing bystander.

Calmly watching its prey step into the mud.

"Let's go over there."

Lu Chengye pointed to the pavilion on the other side of the sea of ​​flowers.

Jiang Li let him pull her along, leading her to a slightly secluded shady spot.

The wind was very gentle all around.

Lu Chengye released her wrist and turned to face her directly.

He lowered his eyes and carefully examined the person in front of him.

Those dark, deep eyes, under the dappled light and shadow, revealed a hint of stubbornness.

Jiang Li was about to rub her wrist, which had been pinched red, when she heard his low, husky voice.

"I handled things poorly that day; I shouldn't have embarrassed you."

"I'll take the blame this time, okay?"

His deep voice was particularly clear in the quiet environment.

Jiang Li raised her eyelashes to look at him.

Sunlight pierced through the tree canopy, illuminating Lu Chengye's sharp brow bone and high nose bridge.

From this angle, the arrogance and focus on that face...

The image gradually overlapped with that person in my memory.

The softest part of my heart felt as if something had gently touched it, causing a bittersweet ripple.

That was the confidence she had gained from being deeply loved, and also the old obsession she couldn't let go of.

She instinctively held her breath.

Her bright, clear eyes were fixed intently on him.

Gradually, a mixture of grievance and expectation, which she herself was unaware of, appeared in her eyes.

If Shen Yan were here, that would be wonderful.

If only the person in front of me really were Shen Yan.