Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Jiang Chenyan slowly opened his eyes in his dream.

He is no longer the nine-year-old boy huddled in the mud.

He was lying in his bed.

The familiar dark sheets, the familiar moonlight over the sea.

Then he saw her.

A girl wearing a white blouse.

She stood at the foot of the bed.

Moonlight streamed through the curtains and fell on her, making her thin white blouse appear semi-transparent.

She was smiling.

Her round eyes curved into crescent moons, and dimples on her cheeks appeared and disappeared.

She just looked at him with a smile.

It seems he isn't the person most feared by the global gray forces.

It's as if he's just an ordinary man who could be defeated by her smile.

She wasn't wearing shoes; her delicate, fair feet were resting on the soft, thick carpet.

She walked towards him step by step.

There wasn't a trace of fear in her round eyes at his cold expression.

On the contrary, what shines brightly is undisguised trust.

"Big brother," she called to him in a soft voice.

Jiang Chenyan sat on the bed, his body stiff as a stone.

Reason, driven by madness, sounded the alarm, telling him he should draw his sidearm from his waist.

Or just grab this reckless woman by the neck and throw her into the sea.

But he didn't move.

As she approached, the fragrance of pear blossoms emanating from her grew stronger.

One step, two steps.

She completely ignored the oppressive aura emanating from him that could scare anyone away, and moved closer to him without hesitation.

Then, she lifted one leg and straddled his lap boldly and casually.

Two slender, white arms wrapped naturally around his neck.

Like a small animal unaware of danger, it willingly moves closer to the mouth of a predator.

She was as light as a feather.

But the impact of that contact was more intense than a bullet piercing the chest.

The moment her knees touched his waist, the scent of pear blossoms became ten times stronger.

It's everywhere, penetrating every nook and cranny.

This action should have been a fatal provocation for Jiang Chenyan, who has severe mysophobia.

Normally, I wouldn't even consider straddling someone.

If anyone dares to get within half a meter of him, he'll have them thrown into the sea to be fed to sharks.

But in my dreams.

All defenses and all self-control collapsed at this moment.

The girl tilted her head back, her full, moist lips slightly pouting.

It was less than two inches from his chin.

"Are you usually this fierce?"

She blinked, showing no fear whatsoever.

Instead, she shifted slightly on his legs, finding a more comfortable position.

This movement directly ignited the barrel of explosives.

His hand went straight to her waist.

It's too narrow and too soft; you can wrap your arms around it with one hand.

The girl didn't move away; instead, she leaned closer to him.

Her forehead touched his chin, and her lips brushed against his Adam's apple.

Jiang Chenyan's breathing became completely disordered.

Twenty-one years.

No one had ever gotten this close to him.

No one touching him would make him feel nauseous.

She is the only one.

He knew he was dreaming.

Therefore, he doesn't need to restrain himself.

There's no need to maintain a mask of indifference and cold-bloodedness.

There's no need to analyze whether she's a spy or not.

He lowered his head, pinched her chin, and pressed his thumb against her full lower lip.

Her lips were naturally red and slightly upturned, so soft they seemed unreal.

Then he kissed her.

Ruthless, possessive, and utterly unruly.

It was like someone who had been thirsty in the desert for a long time finally finding water.

Her lips were soft and sweet.

Like a ripe, juicy peach, being bitten open.

He kissed her without restraint, penetrating her deeply.

A man who hasn't touched a woman in thirty-one years.

In this dream, I poured out everything that I had suppressed my whole life.

Desire for control.

Possessiveness.

Aggressiveness.

All the wild beasts he had desperately kept locked in cages during the day broke free of their chains in this dream.

He indulged this little woman without any limits.

The girl, unable to bear such plundering, let out muffled sobs.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her small hands nervously gripped the collar of his shirt.

The more she struggled, the tighter his grip on her waist became.

"Don't hide."

He spoke in a hoarse voice, his tone filled with an irresistible possessiveness.

He pushed her down into the sheets.

Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, and she looked up at him with her eyes shining like stars, not afraid of him at all.

She was still smiling.

That kind of unguarded, completely trusting laugh.

The man's back was taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

My hand slid down her waistline, the fabric of the silk nightgown almost imperceptible to my fingertips.

Every inch of her skin was warm and soft.

Wherever it touches, it's like the place is on fire.

It burned his scalp.

She called out softly.

"Big brother..."

It was breathy and trembling.

It felt like magma had filled Jiang Chenyan's veins.

He lowered his head and silenced her with a kiss once more.

This time it's even fiercer.

Even more unreasonable.

He could feel the temperature of every inch of her skin.

The curve of the collarbone, the hollow of the shoulder socket, the soft undulations of the waist.

That's so true.

It was so real that he couldn't distinguish the boundary between dreams and reality.

He wanted more.

He wanted to hear her call his name.

then.

Jiang Chenyan suddenly sat up in bed.

The heavy curtains blocked out the moonlight, making the room dim.

Only his heavy breathing echoed in the air.

Sweat trickled down his brow bone and dripped onto his muscular chest.

His chest heaved violently, and his breathing was as heavy as that of a wild beast that had just completed a long run.

The intense reaction from his body bluntly and arrogantly proclaimed what an absurd dream he had just experienced.

From the time he became an adult and was old enough to understand things.

On this path filled with scheming and bloodshed, he had long since given up all superfluous emotions and worldly desires.

No matter how beautiful the women were, they only disgusted him.

Physical contact is like insects crawling across the skin.

This is a conditioned reflex ingrained in our bones.

But now.

It was all because I met a strange woman with ulterior motives during the day.

It was all because of her soft, sweet "Big Brother".

Because of her bright, sparkling eyes.

In his dream, he pinned someone to his lap and kissed them without restraint.

That soft touch.

The scent of pear blossoms emanating from her still lingered clearly in his nerve endings.

They can't be driven away, they can't be shaken off.

Jiang Chenyan painfully raised his hand and covered his face.

The rough, thin callus scraped across the jawbone.

He could clearly feel that his palms were burning hot.

Self-control that I am proud of.

An unbreakable defense against obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Before that absurd yet real dream, it shattered into a pile of dust.

Damn.

Damn it.

Jiang Chenyan stood up, his bare feet touching the cold floor, and strode towards the bathroom.

The cold water switch was turned to the maximum.

Cool water gushed from the showerhead, pouring straight down from above.

He let the cold water wash over his broad shoulders and back, running down his taut, powerful back muscles and eight-pack abs.

Finally, it all gathered on the marble floor at his feet.

The man braced his hands against the tiled wall in front of him, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

The muscles have a hard, muscular shape due to excessive tension.

Even if it's just using cold water to forcefully cool it down.

The absurd images in my mind became clearer and clearer.

She looked up at him.

She had that captivating scent.

There was even a dream where she made a small gasp when he pinched her waist.

This is more deadly than the most potent drug.

Jiang Chenyan's fingers slowly tightened on the tile.

The knuckles turned white.

He clenched his teeth, water flowing into his mouth and then running down his chin.

What exactly did this woman do to him?

She never even touched his hand.

He just smiled, waved, and sweetly called out "Big Brother" a few times.

And that's how he... ended up like this.

I don't know how long the water was poured over my head.

Five minutes, ten minutes, or twenty minutes?

He only slowly turned off the tap when his fingertips began to turn white and wrinkled.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the mirror was covered in fog.

The man grabbed a towel and wiped his face haphazardly.

As he looked up, a corner of the mist dispersed, revealing his reflection in the mirror.

His black hair was wet and stuck to his forehead.

The area under his eyes was a mixture of dark blue and bloodshot veins.

His expression was extremely gloomy.

But in those dark eyes, there was an emotion he had never seen before.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't vigilance, it wasn't murderous intent.

It's hunger.

Jiang Chenyan turned his face away.

I no longer want to see myself out of control in the mirror.