Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

The next two times were even more decisive.

The second time, his adversaries accurately predicted the peak effect of the drug and sent men to ambush him.

A dozen or so people were blocking the corridor.

He was burning up with fever, his vision was blurry, and his heart was pounding so fast that his ears were ringing.

He still drew his sword and fought.

When my subordinates arrived, there were seven people lying on the ground.

He leaned against the wall, panting. His shirt was soaked in someone else's blood from the collar to the hem.

The medication was still effective, but I didn't lose control for even a second.

The third time was even more decisive; he had noticed beforehand that the glass of wine hadn't been finished at all.

In twenty-nine years, he could count the number of times he solved problems with his own hands on one hand.

It's not that I'm suppressing it; I genuinely don't have that thought.

He is not a person who is obsessed with desires.

He was hungry for power and ambitious for territory.

But I've always thought that physical desires are the weakness of the weak.

But tonight, although the dosage was high, it was still within the tolerable range.

He put down his wine glass and walked out of the private room with relatively steady steps.

But my temples were throbbing, and the heat surging through my veins was getting stronger and stronger.

He didn't call anyone.

He secretly instructed his subordinates to stay hidden in the shadows, with their earpieces on.

He wanted to see whose hand had reached out to him tonight.

"Don't move. Keep an eye on everyone who approaches this floor."

He left only this sentence before entering the room.

The door was ajar, and the lights were dimmed.

He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his collar, leaned back against the sofa, and used his breathing to control the rhythm.

The heat inside his body was like the bottom of a boiling pot, but he only frowned and clenched his jaw.

It's just another one of many.

He can pull through.

Then footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

It was the sound of a woman's footsteps, light and hurried, as if she were chasing something.

Shen Yan lifted her eyelids slightly.

The corridor on the top floor is completely different from that on the ground floor.

The carpet was dark and thick, the doors to the private rooms on both sides were closed, the lights were dim, and there was a faint smell of cigars in the air.

Jiang Li slowed her pace and noticed two men in black suits standing at the corner of the corridor.

Headset, straight-leg pants, leather shoes.

He stood ramrod straight and glanced in her direction.

Is that a bodyguard?

Her heart tightened, and she instinctively gripped the mop handle, pretending to be rushing to do cleaning as she continued walking forward.

The two men's gazes lingered on her for two seconds, but they neither stopped her nor made a sound.

[System notification: Shen Yan's subordinates are deployed in a dispersed manner and are currently monitoring all suspicious persons approaching the target.]

The host has been marked as an "observable".

Jiang Li's forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Good news: They weren't stopped on the spot.

Bad news: I'm already on someone else's watch list.

The door at the far end of the corridor was ajar, and warm yellow light leaked out from the crack.

The black and white cat was squatting at the door, and glanced back at her.

"Meow."

After calling out, it used its paws to pry open the crack in the door, ducked down, and squeezed inside.

Jiang Li stopped three steps away from the door.

Turn around and leave; it's not too late.

Those bodyguards would at most treat her as a lost logistics person, and wouldn't do anything to her.

But the cat is already inside, and the system is inside.

The man behind the door was in the most dangerous situation.

She took a deep breath.

If you manage to kill me in the first world, I'll be your bug in the next life.

She held the mop in front of her and raised her hand to knock on the door.

The door was pulled open from the inside.

The person standing behind the door was taller and more imposing than in the archival photo.

The shirt collar was wide open, and the dark fabric clung to the skin, which was damp from the high body temperature. The lines below the collarbone looked as if they had been carved with a knife.

Sweat still glistened on his forehead, and the shadows on his brow bones made his eyes appear heavy.

His jawline was taut, and there was a small mole above his Adam's apple that appeared and disappeared with swallowing.

Jiang Li's brain went blank for 0.3 seconds.

On the surface, she maintained the expression of a "frightened little animal".

My heart is already exploding.

[The system.]

Her mind raced incoherently: "What kind of humanoid weapon is this? That collarbone, that jawline, that waist—can a living person even look like this?"

My two-dimensional husbands have all been betrayed! Can real people really beat two-dimensional characters??

Hey, baby, why are you so excited? You're still dressed.

My legs went weak, you know that!

The way he looked down at me almost made me kneel down!

【Baby, calm down, control your expression outside.】

Jiang Li pulled down the corners of her mouth and trembled her eyelashes, putting on an innocent look as if she was about to cry.

Shen Yan looked at the woman in uniform outside the door.

He's very short, almost 20 centimeters shorter than him.

With her hair tied in a ponytail, fair skin, and clutching a mop in her hand, she looked like a frightened little animal.

She had large eyes, fluttering eyelashes, and hunched shoulders.

The name tag reads "Jiang Li, Logistics Department".

What a coincidence!

Less than ten minutes after he was drugged, someone "chased the cat" to his door.

"Who let you come up here?"

His voice was low and husky, with an unmasked, rough quality.

Jiang Li straightened her back as that gaze swept over her.

The way he looked at people had an interrogative quality, as if he could read all her intentions from her face in the next second.

She widened her eyes a little, shrunk her shoulders slightly, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice.

"Excuse me, sir, my cat has wandered in... I'll take it away right away. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Another dialogue was taking place simultaneously within my mind.

[System, tell me the truth, is Shen Yan the male lead in the original novel?]

[In the original novel, he's a supporting male character; he doesn't appear much, but he's definitely the female lead's ideal man.]

Jiang Li's heart skipped a beat.

[He's the kind of man the female lead dreams of from beginning to end, but never gets even in death.]

The most captivating character in the entire book, bar none.

White moonlight.

A man I can't have.

Looking at the face in front of her, at those dark eyes that held scrutiny and pressure, Jiang Li had only one thought in her mind.

I absolutely must eat it.

Hehe, Bao has ambition.

But honey, swallow your saliva first, he's observing you.

Shen Yan's gaze moved from her face to her neck, collar, and cuffs.

There was nothing superfluous; her makeup consisted of just lipstick, and it didn't look like she had dressed up deliberately.

He fought his way up from the gray areas to where he is today, and he has seen too many people who "just happened to pass by," each of whom had a knife hidden behind their backs.

Just then, the calico cat poked its head out from beside his feet, looked at Jiang Li with its round eyes, and meowed again.

"Meow."