Quick Transmigration: Will Even a Foolishly Popular Person Be Forced to Love Him?

As she thought this, the strange dampness and chill on her fingers became more and more obvious, but Yun Zhi still couldn't find anything.

He chuckled very softly, and seeing his lovely and charming younger sister, he couldn't help but tremble because of this inexplicable chill. He quickly withdrew his hand and looked around warily.

Seeing nothing suspicious, Yun Zhi's heart beat even faster.

The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits. Don't overthink it; there are no ghosts in this world...

Yunzhi's eyes welled up with tears of fear, but she tried her best to calm herself down and continue doing what she originally wanted to do.

The bathroom mirror was a full-length mirror. Yun Zhi tossed her long hair aside and looked in the mirror at the spot where Su Lin's gaze had lingered all day.

The girl's body was slender and delicate, and even the back of her neck appeared graceful and long.

But as her delicate fingers brushed aside her long hair, several hickeys proudly adorned her fair, snow-white skin.

Yun Zhi's expression slowly faded from her face.

A known:

Zhao Wanghuai hasn't been affectionate with her lately. When he comes back, he'll just kiss her on the lips and then hug Yunzhi to sleep.

So, who left those tender hickeys on her neck, which were clearly the result of being carefully and repeatedly kissed?

At that moment, the low laughter in my ears became even more distinct.

"So cute, Zhizhi..."

Yun Zhi could no longer deceive herself. She froze on the spot, watching as another person's image appeared in the mirror.

The other person hugged her affectionately from behind, resting their chin on Yunzhi's shoulder tenderly.

He had an embrace that Yun Zhi was extremely familiar with, yet felt incredibly cold.

She also had a face that Yun Zhi knew all too well, a face she had seen for over a decade.

"Zhizhi..."

The young man, who had been dead for nearly two months, stared at Yun Zhi through the mirror. His pale fingers gently caressed the girl's sweaty face, and his cold voice seemed to come from another icy world:

"Brother is back. Did you miss him?"

Zhao Wangjing looked exactly like he did before he died.

There was no bloodstain, no mangled corpse, but gentle features, and he was still wearing the neat and well-fitting school uniform from Seiyo High School.

Even the "dating ring" that Yunzhi would be embarrassed to see was properly worn on the young man's slender ring finger.

He looked exactly the same as when he was alive.

—If you ignore the young man's pale, bloodless face, and his eyes with jet-black whites and dark red pupils.

Therefore, it can indeed be said that Zhao Wangjing is no different from when he was alive.

"Brother Wangjing...?"

Yunzhi opened her eyes wide in horror.

If you ask me if I want to, the answer is definitely yes.

A person who had been inseparable since the age of six suddenly died.

Even though she knew it was part of the plot, Yun Zhi felt like she had been reborn in this unfamiliar mission world, and only recently remembered her mission.

How could she not have feelings for Zhao Wangjing?

The sickly Zhao Wangjing, who loved to hold her and tell her stories, who accompanied her through more than a decade of her life, who never said "no" to Yun Zhi...

He is the only brother in the world who gives her all his love and tenderness, and the closest friend with whom she can talk about anything.

...and perhaps there's also a touch of the innocent, hazy affection that girls have during puberty.

But this longing absolutely does not include things like "longing so much that she hopes her dead brother will become a ghost and crawl back from the underworld to find her!"

Yun Zhi was completely terrified.

Why... why are there really ghosts in this world?!

For a moment, Yun Zhi was completely dumbfounded.

Her tears fell uncontrollably, and she trembled like a kitten with its fur wet by a light rain in Zhao Wangjing's cold embrace.

Zhao Wangjing, however, stared at Yun Zhi with infatuation.

My beloved little sister trembled in my arms, her eyes brimming with tears; her petite, warm body was so soft and lovely.

It was so sweet and tempting that even the dead couldn't help but sigh.

"Zhizhi..."

The familiar nickname was softly uttered by a familiar person, but it could no longer bring the same sense of security as before.

And Zhao Wangjing—

Or rather, a non-human being with the same physical form as 'Zhao Wangjing,' inheriting all his memories and emotions, and whose already distorted and heavy emotions became even colder and more obsessive due to his status as a deceased person.

He neither saw the fear on Yun Zhi's face nor had the rationality to consider Yun Zhi's feelings at that moment.

Zhao Wangjing couldn't help but chase after the tears rolling down the girl's cheeks.

He went to pursue those two soft, sweet lips that he had kissed and sucked countless times during the day and night when he was still in a daze and acting entirely on instinct.

"Gardenia, gardenia..."

Zhao Wangjing's tone became increasingly infatuated, and his heart, which had long since stopped beating, seemed to be faintly heating up.

What a vivid reaction.

What a rich and sweet flavor.

With her peaceful sleeping face, Yun Zhi, who was trapped in a dream and allowed him to indulge her at will, was naturally incredibly adorable.

But Yun Zhi, with her eyes wide open, tears streaming down her face, trembling with fear yet daring not to struggle in the slightest, unable to control her terrified expression, was just too adorable...

The moment Zhao Wangjing saw Yun Zhi, he was unable to suppress the feelings that spread from his chest to his entire soul.

Zhizhi, his Zhizhi...

I wanted to possess her from the first time we met, and my love for her only grew stronger with time...

Yunzhi is pitiful and adorable; she cannot live independently in this world without him.

Unaware of how dangerous the outside world is, they are tolerant of everything.

Anyone who shows even the slightest weakness can gain her sympathy.

They can be swayed by sweet words and, as long as they give to her, they can greedily extract affection from her.

Such a fool, such a Yunzhi...

How could he let Yunzhi live alone in this world?

"So well-behaved, so cute... so pitiful..."

"Have you been especially sad without your brother by your side?"

"Don't you feel helpless when you're bullied by bad people?"

"It must feel strange not having your brother to lull you to sleep at night..."

"It's okay, Zhizhi, your brother is back..."

"Brother... I will never leave you again."

With that murmur, Zhao Wangjing, who was talking to himself, kissed her tenderly.

What does it feel like to be kissed by a ghost?

Cold, chilling, terrifying—the instincts of the creature screamed fear, yet the body betrayed its will and went limp.

Even though there was no physical contact between the lips and teeth, the pleasure from the kiss went directly to the brain.

It's as if the body is still trapped in the present world, but the soul is taken to another space-time, and all perceptions overflow and act on the physical body in that space that only they exist.

Yun Zhi's face was flushed from the kiss, her mouth felt numb and sore, and her breathing became rapid.

You can't touch it or bite it, you can't refuse it or ignore it, and your scalp is tingling.

If there were outsiders here, they could only watch the pitiful, beautiful girl being held on the sink, tears streaming down her face, her wet, red lips parted, forced to expose her fragile vulnerability to the air.

How despicable, how outrageous!

As a ghost, Zhao Wangjing could kiss her and imprison her without restraint.

As for Yun Zhi, being a weak and powerless human, she wouldn't even be able to see or touch the deceased if it weren't for the deceased's permission.

So much so that at this moment, she could only be forced to look up with her tear-streaked face as Zhao Wangjing kissed her until her face was flushed.