Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

The man, with his strong, powerful arms, carried Jiang Li and strode out of the bathroom through the glass door.

The woman's petite body was held tightly in the man's arms, with no space between them.

The woman's body is not even visible from behind the man.

Jiang Li suppressed the blush-inducing sound that was about to escape her throat, hoping the man would let her go and stop.

Her face was buried in the man's burning neck.

The nose is filled with an aggressive cedarwood scent, mixed with intense masculine hormones, making one dizzy.

Seeing the man carrying her towards the bed, Jiang Li finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Li was too lazy to even move a finger, and she spoke in a soft voice.

"I want to dry my hair first, otherwise I'll catch a cold."

Shen Yan stopped in her tracks.

The pent-up desire in his eyes was now raging wildly.

He has always held a high position and issued orders, and others have always acted according to his wishes.

He doesn't even listen to the old man, and he doesn't need to cater to anyone's demands.

At this moment, his body was still in a state of extreme excitement, and he should have simply ignored this nonsense.

Then he tossed the soft little thing in his arms deep into the bed and continued his unfinished conquest.

But looking at the face that lifted from his shoulder, his eyes, washed clean, were filled with a pitiful, watery mist.

A thin blush surrounded her eyes, and her lips were swollen and red from being roughly kissed.

The woman's face was full of aggrieved expressions.

The fair and delicate skin was covered with red marks of all sizes, especially denser around the edges.

It looks like a small animal that has been completely torn apart by a cheetah.

Looking down at her, Shen Yan remained silent.

The overwhelming sense of power that had been building up in his chest softened somewhat.

He actually compromised, which was unprecedented for him.

"it is good."

Upon hearing this word, a glimmer of hope lit up Jiang Li's eyes.

With her hands braced against his broad, hard chest, she was about to jump.

"Put me down, I'll go get the hairdryer myself."

The large, iron-like hand around his waist showed no sign of loosening its grip.

Lifting her up by the waist, Shen Yan carried her back to the bathroom.

"Just keep blowing like that."

Jiang Li's eyes widened as she glanced at the area where the two were pressed tightly together, her face full of surprise.

"How do you blow it like this?"

Goodness gracious, this is absolutely outrageous.

But the man didn't give her a chance to argue; he carried her straight to the large sink.

Place the person firmly on the edge of the cool marble countertop, and extend a long, slender arm.

He casually pulled the hair dryer off the wall hook and shoved it into her hand.

His tall, upright body pressed against her.

From behind, he completely enveloped her in his shadow.

The man's chest pressed firmly against her slender, soft back.

Two strong, powerful arms reached out from behind, their large hands firmly grasping her retreating legs.

A scorching heat source was pressed against my back.

Holding the heavy hair dryer in her hand, Jiang Li turned her head and tried to reason with them.

How could you do this?

"Go ahead and blow-dry your hair, I won't bother you."

The man's voice was hoarse and rough.

Both hands were constantly busy.

He turned his head and kissed her, his lips exuding the scent of pear blossoms, leaving red marks on her fair skin without any mercy.

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already...

It overwhelmed all his reason.

A new storm is sweeping in from the front.

Jiang Li leaned on the sink counter with one hand.

Holding a hairdryer in her other hand, she haphazardly blew hot air into her loose, wet hair.

A half-body mirror is embedded in front of the washbasin.

The hairdryer hummed, and warm air blew through the damp hair.

The woman in the mirror had a rosy complexion, like a spring flower.

Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her pink lips involuntarily parted slightly.

Her long, wet hair clung to her fair cheeks, and her aroused desire made her afraid to look at herself for long.

Behind the beauty in the mirror,

A tall, aloof man with an incomparably handsome face...

All of it exudes a ruthless intent to thoroughly and completely penetrate to the bone.

.......

Those broad, calloused hands seemed to radiate a melting heat, firmly locking her within their grasp.

Water splashed from the showerhead.

The quiet space was filled with sounds.

......

The hot wind howled, sweeping away the moisture from the hair.

Several times, the air outlet of the hair dryer was misaligned.

Relying on a man's strong arms,

She didn't collapse in the sink.

The entire hair-drying process was endlessly prolonged.

Every change in wind direction was accompanied by ginger and pear blossoms.

......

Until her long hair finally stopped dripping.

Jiang Li's wrists were sore and weak, and her fingers could no longer hold the hair dryer.

The hairdryer hit the thick, waterproof carpet with a dull thud.

Shen Yan paid no attention to what had fallen; he bent down and kissed her fair and delicate earlobe.

He shifted his hands to different positions and lifted the woman, who was completely limp.

It remains unchanged.

Shen Yan kissed Jiang Li's cheek as he strode outside.

The soft, wide bed sank down to accommodate the weight of the two people.