Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Jiang Li's body stiffened, and her cheeks turned so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

That's incredibly opportunistic.

A large, hormonally charged head pressed against the most sensitive spot.

Even through the thin fabric of his clothes, you could feel the heat emanating from his breath.

Jiang Li reached out and symbolically nudged his shoulder.

All I could touch were tight, hard muscles.

It felt amazing, and she couldn't resist touching it a couple more times.

"Ono, let go, I'll go get your medicine and I'll be right back."

Zhou Chiye closed his eyes, his eyelashes casting shadows on his cheekbones.

He finally loosened one hand, but his other hand remained tightly gripping her wrist.

"Come back as soon as you're done."

"……good."

Jiang Li pulled her hand away and jogged to get fever reducer, cold medicine, and a basin of warm water.

When he returned, Zhou Chiye was leaning against the headboard.

Her black hair was disheveled and fell across her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed red.

Under the light, his beauty mark looked wet, and paired with his unfocused eyes, he looked incredibly pitiful.

Jiang Li wrung out the towel in the basin, placed it on his forehead, and then poured water and handed it to him.

"Take fever-reducing medicine first."

Zhou Chiye took the water glass and brushed his fingertips against her hand.

He didn't drink, but looked down at her, his voice as soft as a dream: "Sister, feed me."

"Your hand isn't broken, drink it yourself."

"I feel dizzy and my hands are shaking."

He stretched out his hand, which was indeed trembling slightly.

Jiang Li didn't know if he was really shaking or faking it.

But seeing his pitiful state, I still took the water glass and put the pills to his lips.

Zhou Chiye lowered his head and put the pill in his mouth, his lips brushing against her fingertips.

It was warm, soft, and slightly damp to the touch.

Jiang Li recoiled as if she had been electrocuted.

The tactile sensation is amplified three times.

The moment his lips brushed against his fingertips, a tingling sensation shot from his fingertips to his wrist, and then to his heart.

"you!"

Jiang Li's eyes widened: "Take your medicine, don't do anything reckless."

Zhou Chiye tilted his head back and swallowed the medicine, drank two sips of water, and then put the cup on the bedside table.

The next second, he reached out and grabbed Jiang Li's hand, his slender fingers gripping her wrist and pulling her close to him.

"Sister, your hands are so cold, but they feel so nice to touch."

He pressed her hand against his burning cheek.

Then he tilted his head and gently brushed his lips against her palm.

The touch was extremely light, like a feather brushing against you, or like a butterfly's wings flitting by.

But with a threefold increase.

Jiang Li felt her entire arm go limp.

"Zhou Chiye! You're sick, so behave yourself!"

Her voice trembled.

"elder sister."

His eyes were half-open, and her reflection was mirrored in his dark, bright pupils, like a lost little animal.

"I feel so bad, let me lean on you for a bit."

As he spoke, he leaned forward, resting his forehead on her shoulder.

The wet towel slipped off, and his burning skin pressed directly against her bare shoulder.

His breath swept over her neck, hot and moist.

Jiang Li bit her lip and remained silent.

Zhou Chiye slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

His embrace was burning hot, like a moving furnace.

The arms were wrapped tightly, with a force that conveyed a sense of insecurity.

"My sister is so good at taking care of people. When my brother was sick..."

Do you also let him hug you and act spoiled like that?

His voice was muffled in the crook of her neck, thick with nasal tone and a hint of grievance.

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment.

"Your brother has a caregiver, and your parents also take care of him."

Zhou Chiye pressed closer and closer.

"Did your sister ever hug him like this?"

Jiang Li's body stiffened for a moment.

This question is too straightforward.

Her marriage to Zhou Yanchuan was a sham; they never even held hands, let alone hugged.

But she couldn't say anything about it.

"Ono, you're delirious with fever, don't talk nonsense."

Her voice was soft, and her tone was evasive.

Zhou Chiye took this reaction to heart.

She showed no trace of reminiscence, no sweet shyness, only avoidance.

If she and her brother had indeed been intimate, her normal reaction to being asked this by her brother would be to push him away in embarrassment and anger.

Instead of frantically trying to gloss over the situation.

Unless, of course, they were never intimate at all.

The thought exploded in Zhou Chiye's mind, and he felt his blood boiling. The joy in his heart almost overwhelmed him.

He buried his face deeper, his nose brushing against the skin on the side of her neck, his lips lightly brushing against her earlobe.

He was right after all.

If her brother doesn't touch her, then he must be blind.

But Zhou Chiye is not.

This lovely, soft older sister, now that she's in his hands, she can never escape.

Jiang Li nudged his shoulder, her voice soft and lacking confidence.

"Zhou Chiye, you better behave yourself."

The boy looked up, his beautiful eyes misting over.

Her lips were slightly upturned, and her beauty mark under the light looked particularly pitiful.

"I'm very honest, sister, I've always been honest."

Honest my foot.

Jiang Li took a deep breath and forcefully pushed the boy's large head away.

I got up, opened the cold medicine packet, poured it into a cup, and dissolved it in water.

While stirring, she could feel the gaze on her back.

Hot and sticky, like a wolf that hasn't eaten for three days staring at its prey.

"Drink this cold medicine, and you'll be able to sleep better afterward."

She returned with the cup in her hand, and Zhou Chiye sat obediently on the edge of the bed. As he took the cup, his fingertips brushed against the back of her hand.

It seemed unintentional, yet also deliberate.

Zhou Chiye tilted his head back and downed the cold medicine in one gulp, then placed the empty cup on the bedside table.

He licked his lips and looked up at her.

"Sister, the medicine tastes so bitter."

His voice was nasal, and his dark, bright eyes reflected her image.

"Bitterness is good, good medicine tastes bitter."

"Then, sister, give me a kiss, and the bitterness will be gone."

Zhou Chiye stuck out his tongue, making a face as if he could hardly bear it.

Those bright black eyes were filled with tears, staring at her pitifully.

Jiang Li was stunned, and her ears suddenly burned.

Before she could react, Zhou Chiye had already reached out and grabbed the back of her head.

His long, strong fingers ran through her soft, long hair, the heat of his palms burning her scalp.

The next second, her lips were covered.

A warm, bittersweet medicinal aroma wafted towards me.

The boy's kiss was clumsy and urgent, first pressing down heavily, like someone who had been thirsty for a long time and finally got to drink water.

Then he changed his angle and used the tip of his tongue to pry open her teeth.

Jiang Li's mind went completely blank.

The dual sensory enhancement explodes the moment lips and teeth touch, amplifying all tactile sensations infinitely.

His kisses went from awkward to passionate, as if he had finally gotten the chance to practice after reading the whole textbook.

That scalding tongue invaded her territory, wantonly sweeping through every corner.

As their tongues intertwined, Jiang Li felt herself melting.

Zhou Chiye kissed her fiercely.

The boy's hand slid from the back of her head to the back of her neck, and he pulled her forcefully into his arms.

His other hand wandered restlessly along her back, his fingertips brushing against her shoulder blades beneath her thin nightgown.

Zhou Chiye felt like he was going crazy.

My sister is so soft; her lips are full and slightly upturned.

Kissing it feels like eating the sweetest jelly.

He was so engrossed in it that he couldn't bear to let go.

Until Jiang Lili went limp and collapsed, her hands weakly clutching his collar, letting out a soft, sticky whimper.

He barely managed to suppress the beast within him and step back slightly.

Their noses were touching, their breaths mingling, so close they could count each other's eyelashes.

Zhou Chiye looked down at her.

Jiang Li's lips were swollen and moist from being kissed, and her eyes were glistening with tears.

She looked like a frightened little rabbit, panting and shrinking into his arms.

Her lips trembled slightly.

This reaction is too awkward.

Sure enough, he didn't look like he'd been kissed many times.