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

As soon as their lips met, Jiang Ting couldn't wait to kiss Yun Zhi.

The lovely and beautiful young lady smells wonderful everywhere she goes.

My mouth smells sweet, my tongue smells sweet, and even my saliva tastes sweet.

Jiang Ting had never known that kissing someone could be such a captivating and intoxicating experience.

He shyly captured Yun Zhi's lips with his own, his large hand pinching the girl's soft cheek, ignoring the tears welling in her eyes, and impatiently consuming her breath.

"Jiang Ting, Jiang Ting—"

Yunzhi was a little frightened, and her beautiful, bright eyes became moist and watery, with a red tinge at the corners of her eyes.

She just wanted to be the villainous supporting character, to drug Jiang and embarrass him.

But I never intended to embarrass myself with him!

When she was completely overwhelmed by Jiang Ting's shadow, Yun Zhi almost burst into tears.

Jiang Ting doesn't usually look mature and imposing like an adult, but when he presses down on her, Yun Zhi looks as petite as a doll princess in his arms.

Jiang Ting had never kissed anyone before, and his mind was completely occupied by the fragrance of Yun Zhi. When he kissed her, he didn't care about anything else.

Yun Zhi even suspected that he wanted to steal her breath away. She frowned, her lips wet from the excessive kiss.

"Calm down..."

She turned her face away. In just over ten seconds, Yun Zhi's face was already damp with sweat from the heat emanating from Jiang Ting's body.

"You're not feeling well right now. Shall I go find you a doctor? Or you could... you could take a cold bath..."

Yun Zhi trembled, her lips were wet with tears, and her slender white fingers gripped Jiang Ting's collar tightly.

Jiang Ting couldn't hear what Yun Zhi was saying at all; his long, dark eyes were fixed on her lips as they opened and closed.

Those lips were red, moist, fragrant, and sweet, and her tongue was incredibly soft. Jiang Ting had just tasted them, and his mind was still filled with the sweet and warm scent of Yun Zhi.

"Gardenia, gardenia..."

He was almost delirious, incoherently calling out Yun Zhi's nickname, unable to utter a single complete sentence.

The raging fire in his heart threatened to consume Jiang Ting entirely, rendering him utterly incapable of calm reflection.

The girl he had been longing for day and night was now softly nestled in his arms.

Jiang Ting couldn't control himself at all.

He couldn't control it either.

Jiang Ting's condition was indeed very strange. According to the original work, this medicine should not have had any effect on Jiang Ting.

After all, Jiang Ting used the Marrow Cleansing Liquid. Not to mention the unconventional internal strength he cultivated, the advanced medical skills that only appeared in the martial arts world that came with the gift pack, and the many different sign-in rewards that followed, his body was already like a superman.

Let alone such a small amount of low-grade medicine, even if the dosage were increased a hundredfold, it would have absolutely no effect on Jiang Ting.

But what can you do when the medicine Yunzhi gave him was also produced by the system?

Moreover, out of some malice, Jiang Ting made a special choice at that time.

Now, this specially selected drug is taking effect on Jiang Ting.

This medicine comes from an unknown martial arts world and is an extraordinary drug.

It even has two different names and different solutions because it has different effects on different people.

One is called Dark Hatred, the other is called This Hatred Endures.

A hidden sorrow and resentment arise; at this moment, silence speaks louder than words.

Forever and forever, this hatred is endless.

If the person drinking it has no one they love, it's like drinking plain water; at most, it might cause a slight, vague sense of loss, but then they'll have a dream about it at night and be fine.

It's called "Hidden Resentment" because when you dream that night, the joy in your heart is greater than usual, as if there really is such a beloved person. When you wake up and find it's just a dream, you feel lost and regretful, with a mixture of sorrow and resentment towards the non-existent beloved person.

If the person being used harbors feelings for someone else, then it's all over.

This medicine will transform from ordinary hidden hatred into the highly poisonous "This Hate Softening".

The greater the desire suppressed in the user's heart, the more intense the effect.

To break the effects of the drug, one must not only be comforted by a loved one within three hours, but also, depending on the depth of one's feelings, continuously receive ** for at least seven days and seven nights.

The absence of any step will cause an endless craving to well up in one's heart, like a drug addiction, eventually leading to bleeding from all seven orifices, loss of life, and becoming as thin as bones, like people in a famine who cannot find food.

But even if a normal person can have intercourse with their beloved, how can they not have sex for seven days and seven nights without interruption?

This drug is completely polarizing, making it difficult to determine whether it is poison or not.

It can only be said that when Jiang Ting dug it out, his intentions, if not malicious, were definitely somewhat dark.

However, it is Jiang Ting himself who is now tasting this lingering resentment.

Jiang Ting was still able to maintain his rationality, and there were things in his system inventory that could solve his current predicament.

But the culprit couldn't wait to come forward—

Jiang Ting affectionately rubbed Yun Zhi's cheek, his eyes filled with nothing but infatuation.

"Zhizhi, be good..."

"Just one more kiss, okay? I won't hurt you, don't be afraid..."

Jiang Ting coaxed him, spouting nonsense that even he himself didn't believe.

"Jiang Ting... Ugh—"

The girl he was holding in his arms was initially shedding tears, but gradually her eyes became unfocused.

Her slender waist, so delicate it seemed impossible to grasp, was easily encircled, and her fair, delicate fingertips trembled slightly, unable to exert any strength.

Expensive dresses may look beautiful, but they are extremely fragile.

The soft, close-fitting fabric means that it is easily soaked with sweat and easily damaged by unintentional actions.

Jiang Ting was an orphan and had to work from a young age.

Those hands were usually fair and slender, but in reality they had many thin calluses.

Under the system's immense power, Jiang Ting underwent a complete transformation, his vitality level leaped forward, and his body became as clear and lustrous as jade.

The calluses on my hands have faded, but my past work experience remains.

Because of practicing martial arts, his hands have become more dexterous and powerful.

The pampered young lady had no experience whatsoever, but she was indeed spoiled; whether the approach was gentle or forceful, her tears kept falling.

Even after coaxing her to relax a little, the next moment, Yun Zhi stared wide-eyed in horror, covered herself, and kept shaking her head, saying that she couldn't do it.

Jiang Ting grabbed her kicking calves, touching the soft, delicate flesh, and asked, puzzled:

"Why wouldn't it work? Miss, there's a limit to lying."

Hypnosis. Time stop.

Energy potions that can be given to others...

Jiang Ting used to scoff at systems of dubious origin.

But now, his dark pupils reflected a somber emotion, mirroring Yun Zhi's tear-streaked face, which was forced to blush.

"Refusing won't do any good."

"Young Miss is so clever, she must have heard of the idiom 'reaping what you sow,' right?"

Jiang Ting tenderly touched the tear stains on Yun Zhi's face, where he had bullied her, narrowed his eyes, and slowly smiled, his voice low and terrifyingly soft:

"Seven days and seven nights..."

"Don't worry," he smiled, whispering a soft, amused breath on Yun Zhi's snow-white earlobe, "I'll control myself and won't hurt you, Zhi Zhi."