Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Jiang Li, wearing pink pajamas and barefoot, walked step by step toward Zhou Chiye on the soft carpet.

She walked slowly, the fabric of her pajamas extremely thin, clinging to her slender frame and clearly outlining the curves of her waist and hips.

As she walked, the wide neckline sagged down.

Large swathes of pale skin were exposed in the halo of light, their full shapes appearing and disappearing.

As she drew closer, the sweet and pleasant scent of pear blossoms enveloped him like a vast net, swirling around his breath.

Zhou Chiye looked at those fair and delicate little feet, with rounded toes and a light pink hue.

She walked right up to him like that.

"Ono."

She stopped in front of him and looked up at him.

Those bright, round eyes were moist, as if veiled by a thin mist, filled with undisguised affection.

"Ono."

She called out again, the last syllable drawn out, with a ticklish quality.

Zhou Chiye sat there, the fire burning fiercely in his chest.

His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, producing a surprisingly hoarse sound.

"Sister, what are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Jiang Li smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"I don't want to be your sister-in-law anymore."

She took a step forward, her knee pressing directly against the edge of Zhou Chiye's calf.

Her full, moist red lips parted slightly, uttering sentences that were enough to drive him mad.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

When she said the word "ma," the ending sound rose, as soft as melting cotton candy.

Her soft, white hands wrapped around his neck.

Like a soft, fragrant lump of flesh, it clung tightly to his chest.

"Sister, do you know what you're saying?"

Zhou Chiye's eyes were filled with dark red desire.

His large hand gripped her slender waist, pulling her forcefully into his arms.

There was no gap between them anymore.

Her body heat seeped through the thin fabric, making his internal organs tremble.

Jiang Li didn't dodge; instead, she snuggled closer to him.

"I know."

Her voice was sweet and slightly nasal, like a cat trying to please its owner.

She stood on tiptoe and cupped Zhou Chiye's face in her hands.

Without any hesitation, she offered her full, red lips to him.

The moment it was applied, Zhou Chiye tensed up like a fully drawn bow.

He is, after all, a young man who has just come of age.

Before this, he had never even held a girl's hand.

Although his teammates had dragged him to see a few adult films before, at the time his mind was only on code and basketball.

I had no interest in that kind of scene, so I just glanced at it and went to play ball.

He regrets it terribly now.

He had boundless energy, but he didn't know what to do next.

He would only hold her lips in his mouth, clumsily biting and rubbing them.

Even so, my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.

The sweet aroma of pear blossoms exploded between their lips and teeth, making his scalp tingle.

Her lips were so soft.

It's as soft as jelly, or like a ripe peach; every time you crush it, you can squeeze out sweet juice.

This most primal action sent his blood rushing to his head, making him so excited he felt like he was about to explode.

The sweet fragrance of pear blossoms filled his mouth, and he kissed them more and more intensely, wanting to swallow all the sweetness.

The hand supporting the back of her head ran through her soft black hair, and the hand around her waist became restless as well.

The burning palms slid up her soft waist.

Through that thin layer of pink fabric, he brazenly measured the curves beneath his hands.

Too soft, too full, I can't hold it.

Zhou Chiye's breathing became heavy, and his movements grew increasingly wild.

Jiang Li's eyes were glazed over from his kisses, and a large, alluring blush rose at the corners of her eyes.

"Ono."

She gave a soft hum and pushed against the boy's firm chest with both hands.

The faint hissing sound entered his ears like a spark igniting dry tinder.

Zhou Chiye pinned her against the wall behind him, forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

"elder sister."

He called her name, his voice low and hoarse, filled with the burning passion a young man couldn't suppress.

"Don't push me."

Instead of pushing him away, she gripped his collar tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

A dark red emotion surged in Zhou Chiye's eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed her cheek, her earlobe, and her slender neck.

His palms pressed against her waist and moved upwards, his fingertips brushing against every inch of her softness.

He pushed the pink dress up a little, then a little more.

A small section of her waist dimples, white and gleaming, was visible.

His fingertips landed on the exposed skin.

Zhou Chiye froze completely.

It's too soft.

The sensation made his blood boil.

He wanted more.

He lowered his head to kiss her collarbone, his palm pressing against her body as he moved upwards.

The clothes were removed inch by inch.

His warm breath swept over every inch of her exposed skin.

She trembled slightly under his palm, her breath ragged, and soft whispers escaped from between her lips.

Zhou Chiye felt like he was about to die.

His heart was pounding so hard he felt like it was going to explode, and only one thought remained in his mind.

He wanted her.

He's going crazy wanting her.

He lowered his head, his burning lips pressing against the soft spot below her collarbone.

Her fingers ran through his black hair, gently tightening.

"Ono..."

Her voice trembled as she called his name, soft and sweet.

Zhou Chiye felt like his whole body was on fire.

He picked her up and placed her on the bed.

As he leaned over to cover her, her eyes were wet as she looked at him, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

There was no refusal.

I wasn't afraid.

Only a trust he had never seen before, a trust that was completely unguarded.

Zhou Chiye's fingers gripped her wrist, interlocked, and pressed against her ear.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Zhou Chiye completely lost his mind.

He freed one hand and reached for his waist.

then……

wake up.

Zhou Chiye lay on his back with his arm over his forehead, his chest heaving violently.

A thin layer of sweat covered his body, his black pajamas clung to his chest, and his bangs were damp.

He closed his eyes, but all he could see in his mind was Jiang Li's face from his dream.

Her lips, her hands, the sound of her calling "Ono".

That's so true.

Even now, he can still smell the sweet fragrance of pear blossom milk.

Zhou Chiye turned his head and glanced at Zhou Yanchuan, who was sleeping soundly beside him.

The flames of jealousy leaped wildly in his heart, burning him so intensely that his internal organs ached.

He silently threw off the covers, stepped barefoot onto the floor, and practically fled into the master bedroom's bathroom.

Cold water was poured over his head.

He leaned against the sink, his shoulders and back taut in a straight line, water streaming down his wheat-colored skin.

His abdominal muscles rose and fell with his breathing, and his knuckles gripped the edge of the table, revealing the shape of his joints.

The boy in the mirror had wet hair that clung to his forehead, and there was still a lingering restlessness from his dream in his eyes.

He closed his eyes and turned the tap on full blast.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

The heat was only barely suppressed when I got goosebumps all over my body.

Zhou Chiye haphazardly dried his hair with a towel and took two deep breaths in front of the mirror.

"grass."

He muttered a single curse word under his breath.

At nineteen, my body was disobedient, and my mind was even more so.

"elder sister."

He read it aloud in a low voice, his Adam's apple bobbing as he did so.

Just calling his name can warm up the body again.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and let the cold water splash on his face.

Don't rush.

She still treats him like a younger brother.

If he reveals his true feelings, he will only scare her away.

Zhou Chiye put on a black vest and left the bathroom.

Zhou Yanchuan was buttoning his shirt cuffs when he noticed Zhou Yanchuan's wet hair and casually asked, "Did you take a shower this morning?"