Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

The two ate breakfast on the first floor. Jiang Rangrang's classmates also came to this cafeteria, so they were particularly enthusiastic about gossiping.

Every time Feng Zhiye wiped Jiang Rangrang's mouth or fed him, the girls would scream and bite their handkerchiefs.

This is so cute!

They never expected that Young Master Feng, who usually looked down on everyone like trash, would be like this when it came to love!

Feeding his girlfriend! Feeding her in front of everyone! How many men can do that?

It's not that they can't eat because their hands are broken and they need to be fed. What they admire is his attitude of not caring about other people's opinions, not being afraid of being ridiculed by other women, and being willing to let everyone see how much he cares. Many men can't do that.

Some men who seem unintelligent only feel ashamed to pamper their partners, to be good to their partners, or to value their other half.

They will also deliberately create the impression in front of their relatives and friends that their wife/girlfriend is throwing herself at them.

Or he might brag to his cronies that he's the head of the household and that his wife listens to whatever he says, which makes him feel proud.

Those brainless people will never understand that what truly makes girls feel responsible and attractive is a man who doesn't hesitate to show how much he cares about his partner.

On this day, Feng Zhiye did nothing but have dinner with his girlfriend, accompany her to class, and harass her constantly.

Squeeze her little hands, touch her little face, and pull her aside for a private kiss.

Sure enough, the two were having dinner in his private room. Jiang Rangrang was having dessert when he accidentally got a little cream on the corner of his mouth.

Feng Zhiye, who was watching her closely, looked at that little bit of cream and his expression changed.

"Excuse me~"

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Jiang Rangrang turned to look at him.

Feng Zhiye looked into those clear eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse.

"Baby, you have cream on your lips."

Jiang Rangrang was about to take out a tissue to wipe herself when Feng Zhiye stopped her.

"I'll do it."

Jiang Rangrang's arm was held by him. She turned her head to look at him in confusion, her eyes flashing for a moment before she continued to look at him with a puzzled expression.

Feng Zhiye's deep gaze was so obvious, how could she not understand?

As he drew closer, her eyes widened, her long, narrow fox-like eyes gradually turning round.

When the two were so close that their breaths mingled, Jiang Rangrang subconsciously leaned back and rested against the soft sofa back.

Feng Zhiye, however, stared intently into her eyes like a predator.

Then, get closer.

He didn't kiss her lips, but instead pressed his lips almost against the corner of her lips and lightly licked them with the tip of his tongue.

The little bit of cream slid down his tongue and into his mouth.

Jiang Rangrang froze, her delicate little hands gripping the fabric at his waist. She was stunned, and her face flushed at a visible speed.

Feng Zhiye touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, his expression restrained, his voice unusually low and hoarse:

"It's delicious. Ask them to make an extra portion tomorrow."

Jiang Rangrang's eyelashes trembled, and her lips parted slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word.

From Feng Zhiye's perspective, she was: her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were wet, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she were inviting him.

How could he possibly refuse his baby?

So he cupped the back of her head and kissed her.

This was a real kiss, wet and passionate, which gradually spiraled out of control.

This deep, creamy kiss carried the desire he had suppressed for a day and a night.

His hand gripped the back of her neck, squeezing it occasionally, while his other hand rested on the back of the sofa, encircling her between himself and the sofa back, giving him a strong sense of control.

Jiang Rangrang was gradually drawn into the mood by his rapidly improving kissing skills, and she wrapped her little hands around his waist.

After feeling the small hand on his waist, Feng Zhiye became even more aroused and went too far.

Jiang Rangrang let out a sob, her slender white fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, and physiological tears already welling up in the corners of her eyes.

His kiss was so aggressive, as if he wanted to devour her; their lips and teeth intertwined, growing deeper and deeper.

Jiang Rangrang was jolted out of her reverie when she felt a hot hand touch the skin of her lower back.

She desperately turned her head away, finally separating from him by placing her hands on his chest.

Feng Zhiye closed his eyes, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers; both of them were breathing heavily.

He stroked her kissed, rosy lips with his thumb, his eyes so deep they seemed to want to draw her in, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible:

"Baby~ Come to my place tonight~"

"If you don't agree, I don't mind taking you here."

"If you touch it, what will happen to your future happiness if you ruin it?"

Jiang Rangrang no longer needed to pretend to be shy; she was genuinely shy.

It's too hot! She never expected Feng Zhiye to be like this.

She forcefully reclaimed control of her small hands, her drooping eyes darting around, and an idea popped into her head.

"But you're so fierce, I... I'm scared..."

Her voice was trembling with tears. She had originally intended to make things difficult for him, but unfortunately, she underestimated Feng Zhiye's shamelessness.

"Baby, you don't understand. It's someone like me who can make you happy. Don't be afraid~"

He cupped that little face in his hands, his eyes filled with adoration, unable to get enough of looking at her.

Then he said softly, with a seductive tone:

"Baby, you'll definitely love it~"

…………

The two lingered in the private room for a long time, and there were hardly any students left on the road. Feng Zhiye then pulled Jiang Rangrang towards his dormitory.

Jiang Rangrang was being pulled along by him; her small body wanted to stop, but she simply couldn't.

"Feng Zhiye, wait a minute..."

"No, we won't wait."

"But...but..."

"No buts."

Feng Zhiye sensed that Jiang Rangrang was trying to break free from him, so he simply picked her up.

"Ah! Don't do this..." Jiang Rangrang exclaimed briefly as he was held in his arms like a child and quickly walked towards the dormitory.

"Rangrang, don't you like me? Don't you want to stay with me forever?"

"It's not that I don't like it, but..."

Seeing her reaction, Feng Zhiye pursed his lips, becoming even more determined in his choice.

He knew that Rangrang still wasn't settled down with him, and he wouldn't give Rangrang a chance to change her mind.

He didn't want to feel this insecure anymore; he needed to do something to prove that she belonged to him.

Feng Zhiye's dormitory was very large. Only a few children from large families lived in the building where he lived, while he lived on the entire top floor.

Back in the dorm, the door clicked shut behind me.

Jiang Rangrang was carried directly to the living room by him. As soon as she was placed on the sofa, she sat up with a "whoosh".

Before she could do anything, she was pulled back with her waist encircled, and a tall, warm body pressed against her back.

Feng Zhiye wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, buried his face in her neck, and took a deep breath.

Jiang Rangrang remained frozen in place, but one could feel his rapid heartbeat.

Feng Zhiye pressed his lips to the back of her neck...

Jiang Rangrang trembled.

"Don't……"

Her protest was ignored, but his lips began to slowly move upwards along her neck, sucking on the skin behind her ear and taking her earlobe into his mouth.

"Feng Zhiye..." Her voice began to waver.

"Make way, please accept me~"

"If I don't do anything, I don't know how else I can express my love for you..."

Feng Zhiye felt drunk even without drinking any alcohol, because only one thought remained in his mind.