Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Cen Zhou stood at the back, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and maintained his usual polite smile.

But in his mind, he had already done three somersaults.

He had assumed that the gentleman would arrange for Miss Pear to stay in the private suite next door.

As a result, the gentleman directly arranged for her to stay in the guest bedroom in the master suite area.

They share a living room in the same area.

You'll bump into them as soon as you step out of the door.

As the gentleman's chief assistant, he was allowed to stay in the guest bedroom of the adjacent suite purely for the convenience of handling emergency work 24 hours a day.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, raising "Miss Pear's danger level" by another level.

It's not that she's in danger.

It was the man's attitude towards her that was truly dangerous.

Jiang Li pushed open the door to the guest room and her eyes lit up.

The room was more than three times larger than the one below.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lies the boundless sea, with moonlight shimmering on its surface.

The separate ocean-view bathroom is entirely made of marble and gilded lines, and the bathtub is large enough to swim in.

There's also a private little terrace with a lounge chair and a small coffee table.

While it may not compare to a private estate, the amenities on a cruise ship are truly amazing.

Be content, baby.

Jiang Li happily strolled around the room, then decisively picked up the room's internal phone.

"Hello, could you please help me move my luggage up to room Deck 8?"

After hanging up the phone, she took out her phone again and sent a message to Li Xinyue.

Pear: [Bathtub photo with ocean view] Yueyue, look! This bathtub could fit ten of me!

Xin Yue: ??? ??? I hate you!

Xin Yue: Wait a minute, does your brother mean you're staying in his suite? Not the suite next door?

Pear: Yeah, the guest room~

Xin Yue: ...Jiang Li, your older brother really spoils you.

Jiang Li laughed as she tossed her phone onto the table and pulled out her pajamas and toiletries bag.

The housekeeper had already thoughtfully filled the heated bathtub in the bathroom with water and poured in essential oils.

Jiang Li took off her clothes and soaked herself in the rich foam, humming comfortably.

"Tongzi, do you think my older brother is this cold to everyone?"

[I'm not this cold to everyone; I'm cold to everyone, except for you, whom I'm slightly less cold to.]

That's fine then.

Jiang Li blew a bubble.

Take it slow, relationships are built over time.

Don't you really consider the possibility that he could be your husband?

Before it was confirmed, he was my older brother.

Jiang Li remained resolute.

I don't just pounce on every handsome guy I see; I have principles.

Come on, your principle is simply that as long as someone is good-looking, that's enough.

【roll.】

Inside the master bedroom.

Jiang Chenyan stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside lies the vast, boundless black ocean.

The man's extremely cold and hard face was reflected in the windowpane.

He raised his hand, his fingers unconsciously scraping the old scar on the inside of his palm.

He would do this little thing whenever he encountered an extremely dangerous person or situation.

She's on the other side of this wall.

too close.

This distance gave him an extremely eerie feeling.

It's like keeping a beautiful wild beast that could bite someone's throat at any moment within your reach.

She will reveal her fangs when the night is deep and quiet.

Jiang Chenyan loosened the collar of his shirt, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The air was thick with restlessness.

Jiang Chenyan closed his eyes, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

I poured cold water over my head, trying to wash away those inappropriate images from my mind.

But this did not calm him down.

Instead, it made his senses even more acute.

Half an hour later.

Jiang Chenyan, wearing a heavy, dark black silk robe, walked back to the bedroom.

The robe was unbuttoned, held together loosely by a belt around the waist.

The V-neck is extremely low.

His muscular chest, defined eight-pack abs, and several old scars were all completely exposed.

He sat down on the sofa, picked up the laptop with one hand, and opened the encrypted file that had been delivered that day.

My gaze was fixed on the all-English data on the screen.

But his ears were intently focused on the sounds outside the door.

The floor is covered with sound-absorbing carpet, so there is absolutely no sound when you walk on it.

But he felt that he could hear the sound of the door lock turning over there.

When will she come?

Jiang Chenyan picked up the whiskey on the table and took a sip.

The icy liquid rolled down his throat, but it couldn't quell the ever-growing fire in his chest.

That woman is so bold.

They dared to ask for WeChat in public, and dared to go further and ask for a room.

Something will definitely happen tonight.

What kind of clothes would she wear when she knocks on the door?

Is it the kind of style with so little fabric that it can't even cover up the parts that should be covered?

What excuse will she use?

Will she have tears in her eyes and say that she's afraid to sleep alone and needs her brother to keep her company?

She would still bring him spiked drinks and chat with him in a coquettish tone.

I go through this idea in my mind every time.

For every degree a man's body temperature rises, the unspeakable tightness in his lower abdomen intensifies.

Jiang Chenyan's Adam's apple bobbed.

He should think about how to deal with this.

If she shows up at the door wearing revealing pajamas.

He should have slammed the door shut with a cold face.

Correct.

He'll shut the door with a cold face.

Absolutely.

……perhaps.

The man slammed his laptop shut in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose with his long, slender fingers.

He suddenly realized a terrible truth.

His current state is not about guarding against a spy with ulterior motives at all.

He was expecting something.

He longed for that little cat, carrying the sweet scent of pear blossoms, to push open his door and snuggle into his arms.

This realization made Jiang Chenyan's spine tighten.

For thirty-one years.

He had never had such uncontrollable thoughts about any woman before.

Twenty minutes have passed.

The corridor was quiet.

Jiang Chenyan turned on his computer again, trying to bring his attention back to work.

Forty minutes.

It was still quiet.

He kept looking at the same page of the report, without reading a single word.

One hour.

There wasn't a single footstep in the corridor.

Jiang Chenyan twirled the pen rapidly between his fingers, the sensation of the pen tip brushing against his fingertips no longer distracting him.

What is she doing?

Why aren't you coming over?

Are you waiting for him to fall asleep before making a move?

Or are they contacting the people behind the scenes to report the situation?

What trick is that woman playing?

Playing hard to get?

That's really patient.

The man scoffed and threw the computer on the coffee table.

Just then, the phone lying next to me vibrated.

It stood out starkly in the quiet room.

Jiang Chenyan's eyes narrowed, and he almost immediately picked up his phone.

He moved so fast that he didn't even realize the urgency in his movements.

The man unlocked his phone and went into the chat interface.

Pear: Big brother, I'm going to sleep now, goodnight! [moon emoji]

Just this one line of text.

It was followed by a yellow moon emoji.

Jiang Chenyan stared at the moon for a full ten seconds.

That's all?

Not coming?

Was it really just a message saying goodnight?

The man's thumb hovered above the screen for a long time.

Finally, he threw his phone on the coffee table and slumped back against the sofa.

The collar of the silk bathrobe opened slightly due to this movement, revealing an old scar on his chest.

He looked up at the empty ceiling.

My heart felt like it had been squeezed tightly, and then suddenly released.

I'm so bored and restless.

It's so empty and uncomfortable.

He kept telling himself that this was a good thing.

The fact that this woman didn't come means we don't need to bother dealing with her tonight.

This means his territory is still safe.

But that inexplicable sense of loss.

It was even more painful for him than being shot.

Like a hunter who has waited all night, only to find that his prey has never appeared within range.

wrong.

He wasn't waiting for her.

He was on guard against her.

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(Here's another picture of Jiang Chenyan)