Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Jiang Li looked up and met a pair of dark, deep eyes.

There was no hint of a smile in those eyes; the pupils were extremely deep, as if they harbored an ambition to devour people whole.

The beauty mark under the cold white light looked incredibly wild.

Zhou Chiye lowered his head, bringing his face very close.

Between breaths, he could even smell the alluring, sweet scent of pear blossom milk emanating from Jiang Li.

He stared at her full, moist lips, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

He forced himself to look away and meet Jiang Li's eyes again.

"Sister." His voice was low, with a hoarseness that was suppressed to the extreme.

The boy's chest heaved.

He stared into her eyes and asked, slowly and deliberately, the question that had been swirling in his mind all night.

"Are you happy after you married my brother?"

Jiang Li leaned against the elevator wall.

They were so close that she could even feel the taut muscles in his arms.

That's a very direct question.

[Tongzi, he's about to flip the table!]

Jiang Li frantically typed on the keyboard in her mind.

[We only met on our first day, and he dared to pin me against the wall in the elevator and ask me that kind of question! This guy has some nerve!]

"Honey, he saw you under the same roof with another man, and he's already showing restraint by not going crazy on the spot."

Jiang Li's mind works very fast.

The original owner was a naive girl who was kept in the dark.

If I directly say I'm unhappy, then my persona will be ruined.

If you're going to say something funny, this little wolfhound might just bite someone on the spot.

Jiang Li blinked, making a blank expression as if she didn't understand at all.

She stretched out her slender white fingers and gently pressed them against Zhou Chiye's hard chest.

I wanted to push him away a little.

But it feels really good.

Jiang Li couldn't resist lingering her fingers for a few more seconds.

"Ono, why are you suddenly asking this?" She looked up, her voice so soft it could melt your heart.

"Yan Chuan is really good to me." She paused deliberately and bit her lower lip.

The bitten red lips looked even fuller and more alluring.

Zhou Chiye's gaze once again uncontrollably fell on those lips.

The boy's eyes were terrifyingly dark.

"He gives me money to spend and doesn't let me do housework, how could I be unhappy?"

Jiang Li's performance was very sincere, just like a wife who is truly well taken care of.

Hearing these words, Zhou Chiye felt as if a wad of water-soaked cotton was stuck in his chest.

He felt so suffocated he could hardly breathe.

fine?

She doesn't even know it's good that she doesn't eat celery?

Zhou Chiye's hand, which was pressed against the sedan wall, tightened suddenly.

Looking at Jiang Li's unguarded face, his possessiveness grew wildly like weeds.

"money?"

Zhou Chiye smiled.

His smile was somewhat casual, carrying a wild and untamed air.

"How much money can he give you?"

He slowly leaned down, getting closer to Jiang Li.

Their noses almost touched.

"Sister." His voice was deep, with an almost imperceptible seductive quality.

"I also have the ability to make money."

Zhou Chiye stared intently at her.

"Don't want him anymore, I'll take care of you, okay?"

The elevator made a soft sound.

We've reached the first floor.

The metal door slid open slowly to both sides.

A cold wind blew in from outside, dispersing the overly sticky mint scent inside the sedan chair.

Zhou Chiye immediately stood up straight, and he transformed back into the sunny and cheerful younger brother.

He took a step back, making room, and gave Jiang Li a big smile.

The beauty mark under her right eye made her look incredibly adorable.

"I was just joking with my sister."

He reached out and grabbed Jiang Li's sleeve, shaking it gently.

"Let's go shopping, sister."

His relaxed tone completely dispelled the oppressive feeling from before.

Wow, that's some speed at changing one's expression. It's a shame they didn't apply to the Beijing Film Academy.

Jiang Li mentally ranted and complained.

[Tongzi, he just said he'd take care of me, is he serious?]

"Honey, he might even have already decided where to put his ancestors in the family graveyard. What do you think?"

Jiang Li suppressed the wildly upturned corners of her lips.

She pretended to breathe a sigh of relief and gently patted Zhou Chiye's arm.

"You silly child, you scared me with that kind of joke."

She deliberately put on a stern face, but her tone was soft and gentle.

"Don't make jokes like that again, understand?"

Zhou Chiye watched her feign anger, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

"Okay, sister."

He answered very readily.

But in his heart he was thinking, next time, it won't be a joke.

The shopping mall is very close to the residential area, only a ten-minute walk away.

The rain had completely stopped, and the puddles on the ground reflected the light from the streetlights.

The two walked side by side on the road.

Zhou Chiye was very tall, and when Jiang Li walked beside him, she only reached his chest.

The size difference is outrageous.

"Sister, you must hold my hand tightly."

Zhou Chiye suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with laughter.

He naturally moved his hand down, from grabbing the cuff to loosely holding Jiang Li's wrist.

"The roads are slippery at night. If you fall, my brother will definitely scold me for not taking good care of you."

That's a perfectly plausible excuse.

Warm palms were already pressed against Jiang Li's wrist.

Ginger pear has an excellent skin feel.

The moment Zhou Chiye touched it, he froze.

It's so soft, and it smells wonderfully of pear blossoms.

The fragrance went straight into his nose, making him feel agitated.

Instead of letting go, he gripped it even tighter.

On the way to the mall, Jiang Li was held by the wrist by Zhou Chiye the whole time.

The boy had large hands, and his palms were burning hot.

Zhou Chiye has played ball for many years, and his palms have developed some rough calluses.

When applied to the delicate and soft skin of ginger and pear, it brings a wonderful friction sensation.

Jiang Li could feel the fine lines on his fingertips.

The sensation was amplified three times, making her heart tremble with heat.

Zhou Chiye was also feeling bad.

The wrist beneath my hand was too thin and too soft.

Like a piece of fine, warm jade.

He had originally wanted to find an excuse to touch her, but now he had no intention of letting go.

The mall was brightly lit, but there weren't many people there in the evening.

Jiang Li looked down at her wrist, which was being held by the boy.

"The road is no longer slippery."

"The mall can be slippery too."

"The floor tiles are very clean."

"Just mopped it."

Zhou Chiye spoke with a serious expression, his palms showing no sign of relaxation.

The boy looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Sister, is it okay?"

"What?"

"Holding hands."

He brought the question back to her, his ears turning red, but his face was full of openness.

"I only dared to do it because my sister told me."

He still dares to pretend!

The guy who blocked your way in the elevator asking if you wanted to change husbands is now holding your wrist and saying he's waiting for your approval to hold hands.

Is this the tactical awareness of a sports student?

Jiang Li maintained the original owner's naiveté and gently educated him.

"You're nineteen years old, you can't just hold hands with girls like that."

"I've never held hands with anyone else."

"That won't work either."

"My sister is none other than herself."

After he finished speaking, he slid his palm down.

A warm hand pressed against the back of her hand, the thumb gently pressing against the side of her hand.

Three times the tactile sensation travels up your skin.

Jiang Li almost pulled her hand away.

Zhou Chiye also stopped.

He looked down at their hands pressed together, his breathing erratic.

"elder sister."

"Um?"

"Why are your hands so soft?"

"Born that way."

"Oh," Zhou Chiye replied obediently, but his hands clasped even tighter.

"Then I'll hold on tighter, so I don't lose it."

(Here's another photo; this one is fairly accurate.)