Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Jiang Li was awakened by the heat.

To be precise, I was woken up by a scalding hot "human-shaped heater".

She opened her eyes groggily, her nose filled with the scent of fir and ebony.

My head rested on a hard, warm surface, and I could hear the steady, powerful beat of my heart.

Boom, boom, boom.

It's so regular that it's reassuring.

Jiang Li stirred, trying to lift her head.

As a result, the arm around her waist immediately tightened, pressing her back down like an iron hoop.

"Ugh..." Jiang Li groaned, pressing her face directly against his chest.

She then realized what was happening.

She had somehow fallen asleep in Jiang Chenyan's arms without even realizing it, and she was sleeping quite soundly.

[Baby, you're awake?]

The system's voice drifted over lazily.

Congratulations, you successfully slept for three hours in the arms of the big boss.

Three hours?

Jiang Li instantly regained her senses.

How did I fall asleep?

The system's tone was self-righteous and assertive.

[It's so comfortable in someone's arms, the temperature is just right, the heartbeat is so soothing, and there's even their fragrance; it's no wonder they fall asleep.]

Jiang Li: "..."

That makes so much sense, she was speechless.

She cautiously raised her head, wanting to see if Jiang Chenyan had woken up.

When I looked up, I was met with a pair of deep, dark eyes.

The man was looking down at her.

The emotions in those long, narrow black eyes were frighteningly complex.

There was repression, struggle, pain, and a kind of insane possessiveness that she couldn't understand.

Jiang Li felt a chill run down her spine from his stare.

"Big...Big Brother?"

She called out tentatively, "You're awake?"

Jiang Chenyan remained silent.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his fingers tightened unconsciously, his fingertips brushing against the soft flesh of her waist.

Through the thin fabric of the dress, the delicate and soft touch was amplified three times by the "two-way sensory enhancement".

His muscles tensed instantly, and his breathing became heavy.

Jiang Li sensed something was wrong and quickly backed away.

"Big brother, has your fever gone down? I'll go get the doctor..."

Before he could finish speaking, the arm around his waist tightened suddenly.

Jiang Chenyan pulled her into his arms and buried his head in the crook of her neck.

The scalding breath sprayed onto her skin, making her shiver.

"Don't go."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with an almost morbid stubbornness.

Jiang Li was stunned.

She had never heard him speak in such a pleading tone before.

"Honey, his heart rate has spiked again."

Emergency system announcement: [131, still rising.]

Jiang Li panicked: [Is he still running a fever?]

[Body temperature 37.9°C, has dropped somewhat.]

The system paused for a moment.

But his current state is not quite right.

Something doesn't seem right?

What's wrong?

Before Jiang Li could figure it out, she felt a warm, damp sensation on the side of her neck.

The man's lips brushed lightly against her neck, a tentative intimacy.

Jiang Li froze.

"Big brother?" Her voice trembled slightly.

Is this man delirious from the fever?

Jiang Chenyan did not respond.

He just held her tighter, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

The string of "reason" in my mind had long since snapped.

The information he received before falling into a coma was like a knife, tearing all his defenses to shreds.

She is his Weiwei.

but.

Why did the scent of pear blossoms on her make him completely lose control?

Why was his first reaction when she approached not to push her away, but to want to possess her?

Why did he feel not familial affection, but a crazy possessiveness when she called him "Big Brother"?

Jiang Chenyan closed his eyes and dug his fingers into the old scars on his palm.

It hurts.

But the pain couldn't suppress his urge to pin her down on the bed and hear her cry out his name.

He's probably sick.

The illness is incurable.

Jiang Li was so tightly held by him that she could hardly breathe.

She reached out and pushed his shoulder, only to find that the man's muscles were tense, like a hot steel plate.

"Big brother, please let go of me, okay?"

She coaxed softly, "You're still sick, you can't hold me like this, it'll make you uncomfortable."

Jiang Chenyan let out a low, hoarse groan.

"Not loose."

Two words, carrying an undeniable stubbornness.

Jiang Li: "..."

Help.

Why is this man acting like a child?

"Honey, I strongly suspect he has a problem with his fever."

The system's tone was grave: [A normal person wouldn't do this.]

What should we do then?

Jiang Li panicked: "Should we call a doctor?"

Calling him is useless; he's in a state of stress right now.

Just then, there was a knock on the suite door.

Cen Zhou pushed the door open and came in.

"Miss Li, you should..." She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

Cen Zhou looked at the scene on the bed.

Her husband was holding Jiang Li in his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck, their posture was incredibly intimate.

Jiang Li's face turned red, and she tried to push him away helplessly.

Cen Zhou: "..."

This scene doesn't look like Geigei to Weiwei at all.

More like...husband?

He silently took half a step back and coughed lightly.

"Sorry to bother you."

Jiang Li felt as if she had been granted a pardon.

"Assistant Cen! Help!"

She looked at Cen Zhou, her eyes pleading for help: "My older brother... he doesn't seem to be quite lucid yet."

Cen Zhou pushed up his glasses, a perfect professional smile playing on his lips.

"The gentleman is likely suffering from the aftereffects of a high fever; he is still somewhat confused."

He internally screamed: "Chaos my ass, he's clearly perfectly lucid."

"What should we do then?"

Jiang Li became anxious: "He kept holding on and wouldn't let go."

Cen Zhou glanced at Jiang Chenyan on the bed.

The man's dark eyes were fixed on him, his gaze chillingly cold.

That look seemed to say: You dare come any closer?

Cen Zhou understood immediately.

He maintained his smile and said respectfully:

"Miss Li, your husband is very dependent on you right now. Please take this opportunity to stay with him a little longer."

Jiang Li: "???"

No, she's been with her for three hours already!

"Baby, accept your fate."

The system gloated: [You are now his human-shaped body pillow, a custom-made one.]

Jiang Li wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Then... what if I get hungry?"

Cen Zhou maintained his impeccable professional demeanor, his tone calm and even:

"What would you like to eat, Miss Pear? I'll arrange for the chef to prepare it right away."

Jiang Li glanced at her body, which was pinned beneath the man.

The man's arm was across her waist, like an unshakeable iron gate, impossible to pull away from.

"No need for too much trouble," Jiang Li waved her hand.

"Just give me something easy to eat with one hand."

Just something like bread and milk.

Cen Zhou nodded in agreement, turned around and walked out of the room.

Seeing the door close again, Jiang Li finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Big brother, when are you going to let go of me?"

She turned her head, her round eyes looking at him with moist eyes.

"I want to take a shower; I'm covered in sweat."

Jiang Chenyan stared at her watery eyes, remaining silent for a long time.

His forehead was still burning hot, his face was pale, but his lips were an unnaturally red.

Those long, narrow black eyes were filled with chaos.

It was like being both clear-headed and confused.

He tightened his grip and pulled her closer into his arms.

He didn't speak.

He simply closed his eyes and nuzzled her neck with heavy breathing.

"Baby, his temperature has gone up again, 38.1 degrees Celsius."

The system has finished scanning the data.

Is he conscious or...?

[He was probably burning up and not fully conscious, but his body instinctively didn't want to let go of you.]

The system analysis stated.

He's very tired and needs to rest, but he's also afraid you'll leave.

Jiang Li's heart softened, and she raised her hand to gently pat his back.

"I'm not leaving, you can sleep a little longer."