Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

"Who is it? Do we know each other?"

"Is she the cheerleader from the school next door? You didn't take the water she offered you last time."

"Is that the young model from the last auto show? The one who posted your photos on WeChat Moments for three days straight?"

Several teammates surrounded him with the basketball, their faces showing even more excitement than if they had won the game.

Zhou Chiye sat on a bench by the court, his long legs casually stretched out.

His soaked black vest clung to his chest, the muscle lines clearly defined under the dim light.

He lowered his eyes and asked after a long pause:

"What should I do if the person I like has a boyfriend?"

The people standing around were all speechless.

"Holy crap, you're going to be a male mistress?"

Zhou Chiye squeezed the water bottle in his hand so hard it made a cracking sound, his eyes narrowed at the corners, revealing a fierce look.

"What 'mistress'? That sounds awful."

"Then how would you describe it? She has a boyfriend and you're still hung up on her, isn't that just...?"

"Her boyfriend is not good enough for her."

Zhou Chiye interrupted, his tone very soft, but the darkness in his eyes was frightening.

The teammates looked at each other in bewilderment.

Well, this isn't just liking, this is deadly.

A teammate rubbed his hands together, leaned closer, and whispered:

"Brother Ye, if you ask me, the quickest way is to make her boyfriend make a mistake."

Cheating, getting caught—that's what girls can't stand the most.

"If you ask me, Ye-ge, just rely on your face! Take off your clothes and seduce me!"

With your height and those eight-pack abs, what woman could resist you?

As Zhou Chiye listened to the group chattering away, a look of impatience appeared on his face.

"None of you have ever been in a relationship, have you?"

"Of course! If we had partners, would we be here enjoying the night breeze with you?"

Zhou Chiye scoffed and threw the empty bottle into the trash can.

Just then, large raindrops pounded on the court surface, splashing water.

"Damn it! It's raining, run!"

The teammates grabbed their backpacks and rushed toward the convenience store next door.

Zhou Chiye followed and took a few steps, while several passersby who were taking shelter from the rain complained.

"This awful weather, I'll definitely catch a cold if I get caught in the rain."

"That's right, last time I was showered for half an hour and when I got back I had a fever of 38 degrees Celsius."

My mom was so scared that she made me ginger soup in the middle of the night and stayed by my bedside all night.

The worst part is that they wouldn't even let us eat an ice pop during those few days.

Zhou Chiye stopped in his tracks.

If he gets sick, will his sister stay by his side?

Would she touch his forehead with those soft, yielding hands?

Will he get so close that he can smell the fragrance of pear blossoms on her body?

Will I... feel sorry for him?

His teammates waved to him from a distance: "Hey, what are you doing standing there? Come over here!"

He looked up at the dense rain, raindrops rolling down his thick, dark eyebrows and over the beauty mark under his eye.

"You guys go first, I'll clear the fire and then go back."

"Trying to cool off in the rain? Are you out of your mind?"

The rain intensified, and a thin layer of water accumulated on the ground.

Her black hair was soaked through and hung messily over her forehead; her vest was soaked with water and clung tightly to her chest and abdomen.

Rainwater streamed down his strong upper arm, and his black wristband was so wet it could be wrung out.

The black vest was completely soaked, clinging tightly to his body and outlining his strong, muscular physique.

He was like a water ghost emerging from the deep sea, exuding a damp, wildness.

Zhou Chiye stood in the rain for half an hour before carrying his soaking wet backpack and walking step by step down to the apartment building.

He looked up and his gaze was fixed on the window on the third floor that was lit with a warm yellow light.

My sister is still awake.

He looked down at his miserable state.

My shoes were full of water, and my clothes were heavy and cold, clinging to my body.

But his heart was burning with passion.

If I go back looking like this, my sister will definitely be heartbroken.

He even thought of his lines, intending to use an extremely aggrieved tone.

Then he shivered, coughed twice, and finally fell into her arms, hugging her soft waist tightly.

The elevator doors opened on the third floor.

Zhou Chiye stepped out of the elevator and stopped in front of his own door.

Instead of using his key to open the door, he raised his hand and pressed the doorbell.

Footsteps soon came from inside the door.

The security door was pushed open from the inside.

Jiang Li was wearing soft pajamas and holding a freshly opened carton of yogurt. Her eyes widened immediately when she saw the person outside the door.

[Hey! Did that big guy jump into the river? He's soaking wet!]

[Baby, he's incredibly cunning; I suspect he just wants to make Baozi feel sorry for him.]

Jiang Li bit her lip, her heart bursting with joy, but her face feigned utter surprise and heartache.

"Ono! What happened to you?!"

Jiang Li quickly put down the yogurt in her hand and reached out to pull his wrist.

My fingertips touched his skin.

Zhou Chiye's hands were cool from the rain, while Jiang Li's body was warm and soft.

Zhou Chiye's breathing became heavier, and he lowered his head, his tall body leaning towards her.

He looked at Jiang Li pitifully, like a large, abandoned dog.

"Sister, the rain was too heavy, and I couldn't get a taxi, so I walked all the way back."

His black hair lay flat against his forehead, and his striking beauty mark was glistening with water droplets.

Combined with a low, husky voice, it's extremely lethal.

Jiang Li tiptoed and pulled him into the entryway.

"Take off your shoes! How can you be so stupid? Don't you know where to hide?"

Jiang Li hurriedly ran into the bathroom and grabbed a clean, large, dry towel.

She returned to the entryway and placed a towel over Zhou Chiye's soaking wet head.

He vigorously rubbed his short black hair with both hands through the towel.

The two were very close to each other.

The fragrance of pear blossoms emanating from Jiang Li enveloped Zhou Chiye.

Zhou Chiye hunched over, matching her height, and let her move as she pleased.

The pair of dark eyes beneath the towel were fixed on Jiang Li's face, which was so close to his.

She had just taken a shower; her skin had a rosy glow, and her collarbone was faintly visible at her neckline.

Jiang Li's hand slipped unintentionally, brushing against his cheek.

The soft touch of his fingers felt like an electric shock, drilling straight into Zhou Chiye's bones.

"Go take a hot shower right away."

Jiang Li reprimanded him with a stern face.

"What if you catch a cold? Your brother is still in the hospital. If you also fall ill, the whole family will be in chaos."

Zhou Chiye enjoyed being scolded by her like that.

It's as if she's his little housekeeper, and he's all she sees.

A surge of immense satisfaction welled up in Zhou Chiye's heart.

He nodded obediently: "Sister, don't be angry, I'll go wash up right away."

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of running water soon followed.

Jiang Li first went to cook a pot of ginger soup, and then returned to the sofa.

I crossed my legs, opened the takeout box, and found a plate of fragrant crayfish inside.

"Tongzi, come and eat. Let's finish this while he's taking a shower."

The black and white cat went over and pawed at a shrimp.

"Baby, he's definitely up to something. He's faking illness to gain sympathy."

Jiang Li peeled the shrimp shells, and red oil clung to her fingertips.

"Then I'll play along. If he's so sick he can't get out of bed, I can just feed him bitter medicine every day."

[Haha, Bao, you're too ruthless!]

in the bathroom.

Zhou Chiye stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water wash over his well-defined body.

He glanced at himself in the mirror.

Her complexion was rosy, her eyes were bright, and apart from her wet hair, she looked as energetic as if she could go downstairs and run ten kilometers.

Why is it that with this physique, it's failing me at this crucial moment?

I was drenched in the downpour for half an hour and didn't even sneeze.

How could I possibly fool my sister? How could I justify staying in bed and letting her take care of me?

Zhou Chiye picked up his phone from the shelf and searched for how to catch a cold quickly.

The page was full of random answers: taking a cold shower, using air conditioning, sleeping with wet hair, alternating between hot and cold, and blowing air after sweating from exercise.

Zhou Chiye read through each item one by one and turned the water temperature down to the lowest setting.

Cold water was poured over his head as he leaned against the wall.

I stood in the cold water for ten minutes, then turned the bathroom air conditioning to its lowest setting.

I tried several times, but still didn't sneeze.