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

Cheng Yanzhou didn't explain; once he decided to do something, he had to do it.

He pulled the person into the bathroom.

Jiang Rangrang:

...? ? ? !!

What is he going to do? Does he want to give her a bath?

She guessed right; Cheng Yanzhou took action immediately.

Jiang Rangrang struggled fiercely: she was going to cry and make a scene. She wouldn't let him be quiet like that; that would be so boring.

Seeing that she was struggling fiercely, Cheng Yanzhou simply put one arm around her and restrained her.

Jiang Rangrang burst into tears, feeling both ashamed and frightened, struggling and crying:

"No... let go of me... I'll wash it myself..."

"no."

Cheng Yanzhou's tone was firm:

"It's not safe for you to wash it yourself."

In his eyes, she was a small, soft, delicate, and fragile little thing who couldn't do anything and needed his care.

He carried her into the bathroom.

Warm water flowed down from the showerhead and splashed onto the two of them.

Carefully apply shower gel, massage in circular motions, and pull the person into your arms when they try to run away.

After washing her thoroughly, I started washing her hair. Despite her large size, she is incredibly attentive to her needs.

Jiang Rangrang: ...

What did Guangguang say to her lower back?

Ha, judging from his demeanor, one would think he was very calm.

Hesitant to speak (jpg)

Finally finished washing up, Jiang Rangrang breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn't have to use the vibration mode anymore; performing the shivering act was quite tiring.

Cheng Yanzhou took a soft, large bath towel and wrapped it around her whole body. Then he raised his hand to remove the extra weight from his body, washed himself quickly, and then wrapped a bath towel around his waist.

Jiang Rangrang was caught off guard when she saw a beautiful, high-quality buttock.

Cheng Yanzhou carried her out, sat her on the sofa, and patiently dried her hair with a hairdryer in his large hand.

A warm breeze blew by, and his fingers carefully ran through her hair, his movements extremely gentle.

Although a bit clumsy, he was extremely earnest.

After blow-drying my hair.

He brought her a pale yellow nightgown and dressed her in it.

Soft, clean, and a perfect fit, I decorated my wife's body into a fragrant and soft little cake.

Jiang Rangrang pursed her lips, her eyes red-rimmed, and continued to protest softly:

"I'll wash it myself..."

"I'll wear it myself..."

"you……"

…………

Cheng Yanzhou acted as if he had turned on a mute function, continuing to do as he pleased as if he couldn't hear her.

After helping her put on soft loungewear, he put on a pair of pajama pants for himself and then went to the kitchen to cook.

Jiang Rangrang breathed a sigh of relief and concluded: She is a yandere who only does things and doesn't talk about them, and is also somewhat straightforward. Her biggest problem is that she likes to force others.

But now her hair is long and smooth, and she's wearing soft loungewear. Even if it's forced, it's really comfortable to be waited on.

The food in the wasteland has all mutated and grown very large; a single vegetable leaf can be almost half the length of a person.

Moreover, the mutation has another advantage: it has an excellent taste and is rich in nutrients.

This is why so many people survived despite such a low shipment rate.

Even so, it's still very difficult for ordinary people to live a good life, though they won't starve to death.

The real threat to their lives comes not from food scarcity or ferocious mutant beasts, but from their own kind.

Cheng Yanzhou was very skilled at cooking; he was clearly someone who cooked often. Before long, the simple meal was served.

Cheng Yanzhou looked at the little girl who was still sitting obediently on the sofa, her expression still a little afraid of him.

A typical straight man's way of coaxing someone is extremely simple and crude: "Come and eat."

Jiang Rangrang hesitated for a few seconds, then obediently stood up. Cheng Yanzhou reached out and took her small hand, pulling her to the dining table.

Seeing that she was willing to eat, Cheng Yanzhou breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she was eating, that was fine; as long as she wasn't acting like she was dying, that was good enough.

As long as people stay by his side and take it slow, he can always win them over.

By the time they finished eating, it was already getting dark, and the empty white villa was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing.

In the wasteland, survival is difficult, so where are the entertainment options?

Cheng Yanzhou picked the person up, his nearly two-meter height making the 168cm person look like a child.

As Jiang Rangrang stepped upstairs, he suddenly felt a little nervous. Given their size difference, what if something really happened between them?

After placing her on his large bed, Cheng Yanzhou went to take a shower.

Jiang Rangrang: "..."

[888, um, does dying in bed as a host count as a work-related injury? Will the bureau give some points as compensation?]

[...Host, don't worry, you've already taken the Dual Cultivation Sacred Body Pill.]

[I feel like that pill isn't working very well, really. Can I get a refund of my points?]

[Alright, host, since my screen's about to go black anyway, I'll go back to the station and ask.]

[Okay, go ask what happened.]

Cheng Yanzhou returned quickly and saw Jiang Rangrang sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze. He turned off the light, got into bed, and casually pulled her into his arms.

A strong, warm male body wrapped around her waist, locking her completely in his arms, a perfect fit.

Jiang Rangrang: ...It's illegal to keep a gun in bed!

She tensed up and started pretending to be extremely uneasy, then quickly acted out the scene until she fell asleep.

In Cheng Yanzhou's eyes, she was just a tiny little thing huddled in his arms, trembling.

I want to...

"Don't move."

His voice was so low and hoarse it was unbearable to hear, carrying a suppressed restlessness.

He was born a genetically engineered warrior, with physical abilities, desires, and everything else far exceeding those of ordinary people.

He already had a hard time controlling himself, and she still dared to keep rubbing against him.

Jiang Rangrang: I was shaking!! Shaking!!

He rolled over, lowered his head, and showered him with kisses.

It started from the forehead and spread all the way down...

His breath was hot and heavy, washing over her.

Jiang Rangrang no longer needed to pretend. Every syllable she uttered was like a large dose of aphrodisiac to Cheng Yanzhou, causing him to lose his mind.

He held me very tightly, pressed me close, and kissed me restlessly; I felt like I was going crazy.

In the darkness, his deep, unsteady breathing amplified, giving her a feeling of being enveloped by an overwhelming blanket.

Jiang Rangrang said that the illness was quite serious.

And the person was burning up with fever...

He was really loud...

Jiang Rangrang: "..."

I'm impressed, bro! I'm completely outmatched, brother!