Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

The man's eyes reddened slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed even more violently.

Looking at his forbearing yet pitiful appearance, Jiang Li sighed in sync with the system.

This man is really good at playing the victim.

"Baby, he wasn't faking it, he really was about to cry..."

[It makes me even more tender-hearted!]

"Sweetie, you need to sleep now."

Pei Shiheng's voice was hoarse beyond belief.

He bent down and reached out to tuck the blanket around her.

The movements were very light and gentle, as if handling some precious porcelain.

But when he bent over, his collar came undone.

The white shirt, which Jiang Li had already unbuttoned two buttons of earlier, slipped down due to gravity as she bent over.

Delicate collarbones, firm and smooth chest muscle lines.

Under the warm yellow wall lamp, her pale skin shimmered with a satin-like sheen.

Appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Jiang Li's gaze immediately fell upon him.

Instead of going to sleep obediently, she put her hand inside his half-open shirt.

The fingertips touched the warm, firm skin.

It feels amazing to the touch, with every inch of muscle firm and distinct, and the abdominal lines are rock hard, making it addictive to the touch.

Pei Shiheng gasped, his abdominal muscles instantly tensing.

He looked down and saw her fair and slender hand pressed against his lower abdomen, her fingertips still restlessly exploring.

His mind went blank, and he grabbed her wrist as she tried to provoke him.

"Baby, don't do this."

His voice was a rough, labored gasp squeezed from deep in his throat.

The way he called out "baby" was extremely natural, revealing an undisguised possessiveness.

He verbally refused, but he didn't push her away.

Instead of pushing him away, his body honestly pressed closer and closer.

Their breaths mingled completely.

As he pushed and pulled, another of his white mother-of-pearl buttons popped open.

The clothes were completely open, most of them exposed.

Looking at his insincere expression, Jiang Li recalled that night at the resort hotel.

Her body was controlled by drugs, and she couldn't move at all.

He called her "baby" in her ear again and again, tentatively crossing the line inch by inch, both tender and unrestrained.

She could only lie down and endure it.

Now, it's her turn.

Jiang Li squinted, emboldened by her drunkenness, and spoke in a fierce tone.

"I want to see it."

Pei Shiheng was stunned for a moment.

Before he could react, Jiang Li had already grabbed the collar of his shirt with both hands and pulled it to both sides.

The remaining buttons made a faint sound.

His white shirt was completely open, slipping down to his shoulders.

The warm yellow light accentuated the perfect lines of his upper body.

He has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, well-defined chest and abdominal muscles, and fair skin without an ounce of excess fat.

Below the waistline, the V-line curves appear and disappear.

Jiang Li swallowed.

So what if she's lusting after his body? With such a high-quality man right in front of her, wouldn't it be a disservice to her gluttonous persona if she didn't take advantage of him?

Pei Shiheng had absolutely no idea what to do with her.

He wanted to refuse, but he simply couldn't bear to push her away.

He let her act recklessly, letting his expensive shirt get torn and tattered.

He exuded a morbid yet broken beauty.

It is essentially a god about to fall into the mortal world, willingly succumbing to the seven emotions and six desires.

"Ginger and Pear".

He called her name, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion.

His eyes were already red.

A white shirt hung from his arm, and he was half-naked, leaning over her, bathed in a warm, ambiguous glow.

He lowered his head, and his lips touched her forehead.

Gentle, tentative, cautious.

Then, the space between the eyebrows and the tip of the nose.

Finally, it landed near the corner of her mouth.

Every kiss was imbued with restrained devotion.

"Will you blame me when you sober up tomorrow?"

"Will you think I'm a despicable person?"

His voice was very soft, so soft it seemed to break.

The things held in those dark eyes were so intense and heavy, like a dream that could end at any moment, a fear that everything would disappear when the eyes were opened.

He is clearly a person with such strong control.

At this moment, it resembles a large dog exposing its soft belly.

He humbly begged her not to push him away.

Jiang Li's heart softened at his broken and repressed appearance.

She really couldn't stand him talking to her in that tone.

A once arrogant and aloof young man was now begging her with tears in his eyes.

The contrast is absolutely terrifying.

Jiang Li had always known what kind of person Pei Shiheng was.

She's a manipulative, scheming woman with an insatiable possessiveness.

But his pitiful, submissive demeanor was really touching to her.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Jiang Li grumbled in dissatisfaction.

She tilted her head back and, emboldened by the alcohol, bit down on his half-exposed chest muscle.

The force wasn't strong, but it carried a hint of punishment.

It looked more like she was savoring some delicious food; she even deliberately ground her teeth on it.

"I won't blame you."

Jiang Li spoke indistinctly.

"Hurry up, stop talking nonsense."

These words are practically the most potent aphrodisiac in the world.

Pei Shiheng felt as if his blood was on fire.

He no longer restrained himself, no longer pretended.

He lowered his head and fiercely kissed her lips.

It was fueled by a ferocity and greed that had been suppressed for too long.

He bit her lower lip, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth, stealing the lingering sweetness of the fruit wine.

Jiang Li was breathless from his kisses, and her fingers unconsciously gripped his bare shoulders and back.

The pain of her nails digging into her skin was fed back to her through her skill.

He swallowed her sobs and cradled the back of her head in his hand.

His other hand gripped her waist tightly, with such force that he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

The temperature in the air rose sharply.

But just a second before everything was about to spiral out of control, Pei Shiheng abruptly stopped.

He used all his willpower to forcefully stop the car.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Forehead to forehead, they both breathed in the fresh air deeply.

He stared into her misty eyes, his voice hoarse.

Every word felt like it rolled over my heart.

"Jiang Li, do you like me?"

His fingertips caressed her cheek, the movement incredibly gentle.

But the emotions surging in those eyes were so intense that it was impossible to look directly at them.

It was as if her answer in the next second would determine the course of his entire life.

At this moment when a conflict could erupt at any time.

Pei Shiheng's biggest concern was not the release of his desires.

Rather, it was her wish to be conscious at that moment.

He wanted her to be the person she truly chose, not someone whose actions stemmed from a misunderstanding caused by drunkenness.

He would stop even if he went crazy if he didn't get the answers.

Jiang Li looked at him.

That face, which was always composed and elegant, now showed signs of fragility.

He asked her if she liked him.

Her tone was so soft, as if she was afraid she would say "no".

Jiang Li couldn't tell whether she was being soft-hearted or simply acting impulsively.

It's possible that both are true.

"[Baby,]" the system's voice sounded at the opportune moment.

You are currently in a state of intoxication. Although you are conscious, your emotions are being amplified.

"I'm not stopping you," the system said, its tone unusually serious.

But you have to make sure for yourself that this is your choice.

Jiang Li remained silent for two seconds.

Looking into Pei Shiheng's eyes, which held both expectation and fear, she suddenly felt a sense of certainty.

It wasn't alcohol that made the decision for her.

It was Jiang Li who clearly wanted to respond to this person.

It was my choice.

She answered the system in her mind, her tone calm yet firm.

Then she raised her arms and wrapped them around Pei Shiheng's neck.

Her soft lips touched his slightly cool lips, gently brushing against them.

Her soft, red lips pressed against his burning cheek, kissing all the way down to his earlobe.

She breathed softly into his ear.

"like."

The girl's voice was soft and sweet, with a touch of intoxication in her tone.

"I like Pei Shiheng."

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