Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

I don't know how much time passed.

Just when Jiang Li felt that both of her hands were about to cramp.

Zhou Chiye tensed up abruptly, tightening his arms and holding her firmly in his embrace.

A muffled groan escaped from deep in her throat, but was mostly muffled by her lips.

Zhou Chiye finally released Jiang Li's lips, panting heavily.

The fervor in his eyes hadn't faded as he looked at the girl in his arms, her face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps.

He couldn't resist lowering his head and pecking at her rosy lips a few more times.

Gently, peck at me, one kiss at a time.

It was as if he was expressing gratitude, or perhaps confirming that she was still there.

I really want to eat her up and see her cry and beg for mercy.

He also wanted to use his hands and mouth to make his sister happy.

But he held back.

She trembles even when she kisses, and she's afraid if she does anything else.

It's not the right time yet; we can't scare her away.

Jiang Li went limp in his arms, her face flushed red, her palms burning red.

Zhou Chiye looked down and saw it; his heart clenched painfully.

He gently took her hand in his, tenderly massaged her reddened palm, and kissed it lightly.

"My sister is so kind."

His voice was hoarse beyond belief, filled with a deep sense of satisfaction and heartache.

"I'm sorry, I made your hand red."

Jiang Li's entire face looked like it was on fire, and even her neck turned bright red.

Zhou Chiye gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed his surging desire.

He quickly cleaned himself up, then pulled the blanket up and wrapped Jiang Li in his arms.

His temperature finally dropped a bit.

The burning body, like the receding tide, transformed into a warm and safe embrace.

"Sister, I feel much better."

He rested his chin on her head, his voice low, filled with a sense of relief, as if he had just escaped a disaster.

"You must be tired. Go to sleep, I'll hold you."

He rested his chin on the top of her head, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"I promise I won't do anything reckless."

Jiang Li snuggled closer to him.

He could have continued, but he stopped.

This nineteen-year-old boy was much more restrained than she had imagined.

"Tongzi, why didn't he continue?"

The black and white cat lay in the corner of the pillow, covering its face with its paws.

Because he doesn't know the true relationship between you and his brother, baby.

In his eyes, you are a married woman, and tonight is his limit.

He's afraid of scaring you away.

Jiang Li clenched her fingers.

The warmth that didn't belong to her lingered in her palm.

"Um."

She responded with a muffled sound and gave a delicate yawn.

I closed my eyes in this bed filled with the scents of mint and pear blossoms.

Zhou Chiye smiled and couldn't help but lower his head to kiss the top of her head.

Goodnight, sister.

In the darkness, he laughed triumphantly.

She belongs to him.

But that's not enough.

He wanted more.

He wanted her to know that she shouldn't belong to anyone.

She should only be Zhou Chiye's older sister.

It's just his.

Tomorrow, he needs to figure something out.

What exactly is the relationship between her and her brother?

The morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the two bodies pressed together.

Jiang Li was awakened by the heat.

She opened her eyes, and her gaze met a solid chest.

His wheat-colored skin showed clear and smooth muscle lines.

The heat was warming her face.

Last night's blush-inducing memories flooded back.

That ****, the broken hair tie, and her reddened palms.

She quickly hid her hands under the covers.

"System! I'm awake!"

What happened last night was real, right?

I'm not dreaming, am I?

"Baby, your palms are still red. Do you think it's a dream?"

【…】

Jiang Li wanted to bury her face in the pillow.

She tried to move her body, hoping to escape from this human-shaped furnace.

Zhou Chiye groggily tightened his arms, nuzzled his head against her neck, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Mmm...don't go."

Jiang Li shuddered and froze on the spot, too scared to move.

Good morning, sister.

A hoarse, sticky nasal voice came from above.

Zhou Chiye had messy hair and droopy eyelids, looking like a large dog that hadn't woken up yet.

He then nuzzled her forehead with his chin, clinging to her like a boneless toy.

"You, you get up first."

Jiang Li quickly pushed him.

Zhou Chiye obediently let go of her hand, sat up straight, and the blanket slipped down to her waist.

He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and looked somewhat confused.

"Sister, was I delirious from the fever last night?"

He blinked his bright black eyes, looking utterly innocent.

"I only remember being very cold. Later, my sister took care of me, gave me medicine, and then I fell asleep."

"Why is my sister sleeping here too?"

Jiang Li sat up and stared at his expression.

This kid looks completely clueless.

She's completely different from the little wolf cub who held her in his arms and kissed her until she was breathless last night.

[Tongzi, is he faking it?]

"Baby, based on my experience of watching five thousand years of melodramatic dramas, he's faking it."

He was clearly crazy last night; he even broke his hair tie!

But you should play along with him now, since your character is that of a naive sister-in-law.

You can't exactly say, "You went crazy over my hand last night, have you forgotten about that?"

Makes sense.

Jiang Li cleared her throat and feigned concern.

"You had a high fever last night, you were delirious, and kept saying you felt unwell."

I gave you fever-reducing medicine and also used physical methods to lower your temperature.

Later, you wouldn't let go no matter what, so... I fell asleep in your arms.

Zhou Chiye looked down at his bare upper body, then at Jiang Li.

"Physical cooling? So my clothes are..."

"You took it off yourself."

Jiang Li's ears burned as she said this: "You said your clothes were covered in sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable."

Zhou Chiye reached out and touched his forehead, then gave a shy and apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, sister, I'm delirious from the fever and I don't remember anything."

Have I done anything excessive?

His eyes were bright and innocent, like those of a newborn fawn.

But Jiang Li clearly saw a very faint blush on the back of his ears.

That's a lie.

"no."

Jiang Li remained expressionless: "You just kept saying you were cold and asking me to hold you."

"That's good."

Zhou Chiye breathed a sigh of relief, looking completely satisfied.

"Sister, you've worked so hard. You must not have slept well after taking care of me all night."

As he spoke, he reached out and naturally grasped Jiang Li's wrist.

He gently rubbed his thumb against the inside of her wrist bone.

"Thank you, sister."

He smiled, exuding youthful charm, and the beauty mark at the corner of his eye curved upwards.

But those dark eyes remained fixed on her lips, their gaze so lingering it could stretch into strands.

Jiang Li rolled her eyes inwardly.

You're a real Oscar winner.

The eyes that were staring at me last night were full of wolfish malice, but this morning they've turned back into golden retrievers?

But she couldn't say it out loud.

Instead, she got out of bed and picked up the thermometer from the bedside table.

"Alright, I'll go take your temperature and see if your fever has gone down."

Zhou Chiye obediently took it and tucked it under his arm.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his long legs dangling to the floor.

The bare upper body muscles outlined a smooth contour in the morning light.

Jiang Li looked away and poured him a glass of warm water.

She held the thermometer for five minutes, then reached out to take it, but her wrist was gently grasped by a large hand.

Zhou Chiye didn't use any force; he just circled her wrist and gently massaged it with his fingers.

But those eyes slowly moved up from her wrist bone, finally settling on her lips.

"Your fever's gone, so no more reckless behavior like getting caught in the rain, understand?"

Jiang Li pretended not to see it, withdrew her hand, and looked down at the thermometer.

Zhou Chiye sat on the edge of the bed, his long legs propped on the ground, looking up at her from an angle that resembled a large dog, and other compliments.

"Yes, I'll listen to my sister."