Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Zhou Chiye sat on the bench, pulled Jiang Li into his arms, and made her sit sideways on his lap.

He put one arm around her waist and picked up the hairdryer with the other.

The warm air blew from the roots of her hair to the ends, and his fingers ran through her damp hair with gentle, practiced movements.

The warm air, carrying the temperature of his palm, brushed against Jiang Li's nape.

His fingers were long and slender, with calluses from years of playing ball on his fingertips, as he gently massaged his scalp.

The bidirectional sensory enhancement takes effect immediately.

The tingling sensation traveled up her spine and down to the back of her head, making Jiang Li squint her eyes in comfort.

He fiddled with her hair, his gaze involuntarily drifting downwards.

From this angle, you can just see her slender neck and pink earlobes.

The scent of pear blossoms mixed with the smell of shampoo kept wafting into his nostrils.

The hot air from the hairdryer masked his breathing.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to Jiang Li's nape.

A warm sensation came through.

Jiang Li's body stiffened.

"Zhou Chiye!"

"Let me check if my hair is dry."

He lied without batting an eye.

Less than two seconds later, his lips landed on the back of Jiang Li's ear.

I took a small sip.

Jiang Li shrank her neck: "What's going on now!"

"The hairdryer is too hot, let me blow it on my sister."

His words became increasingly outrageous, and his actions grew more and more unrestrained.

The hairdryer was still working diligently, while his other hand had already slid up Jiang Li's waistline.

Knead it gently, not too lightly, through the fabric of the clothes.

Jiang Li felt weak all over from his teasing and leaned against him.

She clearly sensed that someone behind her was reacting with extreme arrogance.

I just finished doing something in the bathroom, how long has it been!

The stamina of a nineteen-year-old is truly unreasonable!

The skill of being delicate and supple, along with the ability to amplify both senses, was simply torture at this moment.

The man's body temperature, the firmness of his muscles, and the undeniable sensation enveloped her senses.

Jiang Li felt completely limp; she couldn't muster any strength in her waist.

She could only lean weakly against his strong chest, letting him wriggle around her neck.

"Zhou Chiye..." she said softly, with a slight hook at the end.

"Don't touch it, it itches."

"My sister's skin is so soft and smells so good."

The boy's voice had become completely hoarse.

He turned off the hair dryer and casually tossed it onto a nearby shelf with a soft thud.

Before Jiang Li could react, Zhou Chiye had already grabbed her chin and turned her face around.

All her previous obedience and docility had vanished.

Those dark, dog-like eyes had completely shed their disguise, revealing a chilling possessiveness in a blatant display.

He lowered his head and bit her lip.

The boy's kiss carried a premeditated ferocity.

Lips and tongue pried open her teeth...

It was different from the kiss in the bathroom earlier.

Back then, I was determined to tear her apart and devour her whole.

Now it's the result of craving something for so long, and finally getting to eat it.

He placed one hand on her waist and the other cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheekbone.

He kissed her so hard she couldn't even find a moment to breathe.

Jiang Li went limp in his arms, her mind filled only with a buzzing white noise.

It took him a long time to release her.

A transparent silver thread stretched between their lips and broke in the air.

A fire burned in Zhou Chiye's eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly.

His hand wandered restlessly under her clothes again.

Jiang Li pressed it down.

"No, you can't."

"But sister..."

I'm hungry.

These three words were like a bucket of water, extinguishing the fire in Zhou Chiye's eyes with a hissing sound.

His expression visibly softened, revealing his distress.

His eyebrows drooped, his lips were slightly pouting, and the beauty mark under his eye made him look like a large puppy that had been refused food.

"...Can't we really do it one more time?"

"Zhou Chiye, I've only eaten breakfast since this morning."

Jiang Li pinched his cheek.

"If you don't take me to get something to eat soon, I'm going to faint from hunger here."

The physical exertion of her delicate and flexible skills has already triggered alarm bells.

She could eat three Zhou Chiyes right now.

Zhou Chiye pursed his lips and finally withdrew his restless hands.

He took a deep breath and adjusted himself for a few seconds.

Then he lowered his head and quickly pecked her lips.

"Let's go then, what would you like to eat, sister?"

"hot pot."

"OK."

He stood up and scooped her up from the bench.

Jiang Li's legs were still weak, and she stumbled when her feet touched the ground.

Without saying a word, Zhou Chiye bent down and carried her on his back.

"I can walk!"

"My legs went weak."

He chuckled and bounced her around, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"...How dare you say that?"

Jiang Li lay on his broad back, burying her face in the back of his neck.

The minty scent blends with the refreshing fragrance of the shower gel, leaving you feeling clean and refreshed.

Her legs were draped over his waist, supported by him.

When the two of them left through the back door of the locker room, the corridor was empty.

Sunlight streamed in through the glass door at the end, casting a long, imposing shadow of the boy.

The girl on his back curled up into a small ball, like a little animal he had abducted.

Zhou Chiye took a few steps and suddenly spoke.

"elder sister."

"Um?"

Are you happy today?

Jiang Li fell silent for a moment.

"...The game went alright."

"It's not a competition."

He turned his head, his lips brushing against the back of her hand that was resting on his shoulder.

"She's with me."

Jiang Li buried her face even deeper, her muffled voice coming from the back of his neck.

"...It's alright."

Zhou Chiye laughed out loud.

Laughter echoed in the empty corridor, carrying the exuberance and joy unique to nineteen-year-old boys.

He carried her on his back and pushed open the glass doors of the gymnasium, where a wave of summer heat rushed towards them.

The sound of cicadas filled the air.

He put her in the back seat of the ride-hailing car and then went around to sit on the other side.

As soon as the car started moving, he took her hand and placed it on his knee.

Their ten fingers were intertwined and tightly clasped together.

As Jiang Li watched the street scene rushing past the window, the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up.

[Baby, you're smiling.]

【I don't.】

Data monitoring shows that the upward curve of your lips reaches seven degrees.

[...Could the system please not be so precise?]

Jiang Li rolled her eyes and squeezed Zhou Chiye's hand tightly.

He pinched it back.

Both of their palms were warm, sticky with sweat, and neither was willing to let go first.

Zhou Chiye suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered.

"Sister, will you come to watch the next competition?"

"...It depends on the situation."

"Then I'll win every game for you to see."

"You play your game, what does it have to do with me?"

"It's related."

He gently bit her earlobe, leaving a hot, breathy sound.

"There's a reward only for winning the game."

Jiang Li covered her ears, her face turning red all the way to the roots of her neck.

The ride-hailing driver glanced in the rearview mirror and silently turned up the music.

An old love song was playing from the car stereo, with lyrics like "I'm willing to do anything for you" and other sweet phrases.

Zhou Chiye leaned back in his chair, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Li.

The girl covered her bright red ears with both hands and glared angrily out the window.

He thought that he would play football for her alone for the rest of his life.

Outside the car window, the city flowed by under the midsummer sun.

And what he held in his hand was the sweetest gift of the entire summer.